Sunspire Mountains ivory cups

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Another day.

Tomorrow, even. 

A breeze caught her cheeks, cold. What was that?

Bringing others to help. Maybe they'd all meet one another that way. She looked to Muskrat with something unknown riddled across her features, both seeking guidance and hoping that they thought similarly to one another in the moment that crossed them now. Was it instead anger to feel? Or sadness, or frustration?

A gentle smile was returned to Tousaint of the vale.

They'd not be stupid enough as to not show up tomorrow. Peace was a command before a request.