Redhawk Caldera Event horizon.

Had she overstepped?

It was possible. Still she lingered, the rain and thunder did not deter her presence. Nor did the way the woman looked away from her. Steadfast she remained until the older woman returned her attentions.

The clipped sound was far different than any grieving sound but it demanded her own attention all the same. With a near obedience, she moved closer on lean limbs. A servant's prowl as the distance closed between them. Mindful enough to respect both borders and personal space.

Although wordless, she tilted her head, expectant for the older woman to speak.