Silver Moraine the right clothes and the right appearance

Sivaak's eyes bore down on her and, like many times in the face of the unknown before, Yuralria stood her ground. There was no trace of emotion in the hardened northwoman's glare and the stargirl knew she must rely not on the kindness of others, but on her own self-worth.

Rough words broke the silence, Sobeille's focus prickling the hairs on her spine as she considered her answer carefully, mind tracing the hunt with Nanuralaaq. From the stumblings of a girl inexperienced with game, to the euphoric moment her teeth took the life of another - Yuralria wished to chase that feeling again and again. To become moonwoman, she must learn.

"Yes! I mean, sure," star watcher met Sivaak's gaze with all the fire of a youthful student. "I'm ready." Whatever things may break her, she must learn to overcome. Such was the price of knowledge.