Moonstone Quarry Snow melts, and snow soothes

A smile offered, though it didn’t quite reach her eyes. Same to you, Anoana. She had not felt blessed for quite some time now. Fleur had paused, head cocked as she eyed the woman and her collection, her tail waving slowly. She sniffed the air, scenting earth—and an undertone of cold that settled over stone.

Solharr returned. It was a simple statement, a thought spoken aloud. Inward, she was still reeling, her anger just simmering underneath her skin. She was not only angry for herself, but also for the others who had been left adrift. How could he come back after all of this time, dropping gifts at their paws, and expect them all to feel happy? 

She supposed she was—no, she didn’t suppose, she absolutely was—but, why did it have to be accompanied by the feeling of gritty, hot betrayal. He left them all. Spoke to her of dreams only to bring forth a nightmarish hell. Why? Her mind could not think of any reason for his absence.

Throat cleared, her gaze refocused on Anoana, eyes of sunstone dulled by her thoughts. I’m sorry…I— her words caught for a moment before she took in a breath, settling herself ever so slightly to continue, —I wanted to check in on everyone after what had just transpired. While I am glad for the Harkonungr’s return, I find myself fearing that this stunt he pulled rocked us all. and even smaller, mostly to herself, Or, maybe it is just me…

I guess I just do not want to see the pack crumble with whiplash. A nod toward Anoana, How are you? The woman appeared calm, but even settled snow may look quiet on the surface, only to give way at the slightest of disturbances. If she had the power to prevent an avalanche, she would.