Jade Fern Grove valar dohaeris

sobeille started as the woman stood up abruptly and launched away from the stream. her words were garbled, and a curious reek fanned its cloying plumes from her body.

with her attention riveted on Druid, sobeille did not see the sharp faced, prying eyes of isra. she saw only an affected wolf, and clinically, was fascinated.

she took a wary step forward as the woman lurched towards a narrowing entrance. to sobeille, this entrance was a clear marker: do not pass. but she wanted to observe this woman, and know of the malady that seized her.

oi! she called over the brush, sniffing the air where some particularly singed molecules lingered. there was a dusty heat to Druid’s scent that reminded sobeille of the bones in the cave. what’s wrong wit’ you, lady?