Silverlight Terrace you could rattle the stars

Fleurette had isolated herself from the village during the days following the loss of one of their own. The overwhelming sorrow and grief weighed heavily on her, even though she didn't personally know the woman who had passed away. Tears streamed down her face during the hushed moments after the farewell ceremony, seeking solace with Andr and Iaghe.

She ventured to find the latter, her steps a little lighter now. It wasn’t long before she found Iaghe, who was engrossed in working on an unidentified piece of hide, Fleurette's footsteps were gentle as she neared her. Observing Iaghe's focus on the task, Fleurette inquired softly, "Hello, Iaghe. What are you working on there?"