Larksong Grotto Warflower

For once, she was among those who heed a mortal's command. She obeyed, waited patiently as the bjornmand wandered off, and took hold of one of the bundles when he returned. Aspa followed orders without a word—for in the realm of mortals, she was no one: a teller of tales, a translator, a fleeting presence where needed and no more.

And yet here she was, taking an active part in the rescue of a small creature, unwittingly taking sides. Such a gesture, however minor it may seem, could carry the weight of a debt—one that might one day demand a steep price.