Deepwood Weald all aboard a sinking ship

his gentleness isn't lost on her. she watches as each feather is plucked, wondering if any could be saved as another gift for moonglow. the better the impression she could make as sole representative of the mesa, the better.

do you travel often? for being so young, you're a skilled hunter. the silence was getting to her, and she wanted to get to know a little more about her escort. it isn't enough to gleam the surface, afterall, handsome as it may be.