Hoshor Plains I have no time for confession

Treepie huffed a soft laugh at Pala’s words, memorizing the matriarch’s name: Viskani. She considered asking for a description, though the expectant mother adjourned their impromptu meeting by way of climbing back to her feet. She issued a few more cordial tidings, earning a dip of the younger woman’s head.

I’m glad we met, Pala. Take care of yourself and your children, who I hope to one day meet, were Pie’s own parting words before she turned back to her own distant mountain.