Moonspear You made me fall from Heaven

When a man by the name of Alaric joined them, obsidian coated and impish in his approach, Pala grew tense. It was difficult not to.

But, she was putting her trust in Treepie. If she trusted this man, then Pala would make herself trust him too. Pala. She returned the greeting, her eyes still wary.

Ludovicus and Ignace tumbled by her feet. Young and unaware, they much preferred to play together than to pay much attention to the going ons of their surroundings. They were a bit restless after being carried for so long, Pala only taking a short break in the Flatlands to let them suckle. They were nearly weaned when she had left, and so she could only be glad that she had not ceased to produce milk just yet.