Porcupine Ridge gold dust

this can be a cameo since we're a bit along!

a child warrior.

perhaps she should have held the highest amount of empathy. yet instead it is a tumbling brew of worry that sloshed around within. she should have summoned @Qiao and fed this girl-thing into the jaws of the crone, but she figured that it might instead be taken as a slight to hand over a child not of her loins.

maybe this was only the leftovers of her lover's burning times. some streak of maternal in the wake of it all. granted she doubted any of this would be exactly motherly.

she might corner the child alone later, as if she had not outgrown school-yard bullying tactics herself yet.