Hoshor Plains i was a goddess — now i ache.

„Yes,” A quiet answer to an unspoken question, leaving much to be pondered. Hemera dipped her head ever so slightly, a silent invitation for the boy to approach.
Her plum gaze flickered toward Periane as her sister pressed the boy further. Would he be one? Or had he simply strayed too far from his pack? She had scouted the Sunspire Mountains and the western reaches alone, finding little more than silence. The vale stood apart, claimed by warriors. If he did not belong to another, then something else had led him here. Fate? Or the will of God?
Hemera turned her attention back to the ghostly boy, his dark eyes studying them both. She did not push, did not demand answers. Instead, she waited. He was not a warrior, that much was clear; but even a quiet presence could serve its purpose. Even a shadow could ward off what lurked in the dark.