Hoshor Plains I'm thinking of you.

etienne.
her face warmed, softened with sorrow and joy and delight to hear this message. so he was alive, and well from the sound of it. "t'ank you, raindrop," the obsidian murmured when she had composed herself.
"when did you see him? was he well? in good health?" she asked, near breathless with questions about the young seawolf who still lived.