Verdigris Ravine quédate hasta el alba

A call for Zoug and S'ari — but not for her.

Curiosity drove Candle to the borders then, the faint question of whether she ought to feel insulted. She just wasn't sure. The priestess might have blamed new motherhood, but then, S'ari had been named.

Her approach was cautious, steps light as she approached the reclined figure at their doorstep. You call Tribe? Candle raised her voice to let it carry across the distance still between them. Her tone betrayed none of her confusion, but the question was mirrored in her eyes. What did this woman want?