Sun Mote Copse my talismans and charms

njord's approach is caught from the corner of her eye as she packs the earth, head lifting to greet her brother in law with a soft smile and dip of her head; gaze focused on his paws as he signs in ptero.

-hey njord,- she greets in return. ghost settles at his favored spot at the junction between her shoulders. -what's up?- jr signs, jovial. unaware of the potential brewing storms troubling her brother-in-law.