Moonspear know that the shine inside will always keep you strong

Her eyes panned upward from the treetops, noting a distant silhouette circling in the sky over the glen. The sight comforted her. One of the last memories before everything went dark included one where she’d had a breakthrough with the nightjar. Wyvern, she reminded herself, feeling a twinge of guilt. She hadn’t remembered the nighthawk in the immediate aftermath and mourned all the progress they’d lost to the black hole.

A voice caused her yellow eyes to drop sharply to the foot of the mountain below, quickly pinpointing a figure below as he called a greeting up to her. Spine stiffening, she eyed him from her perch. His coloring reminded her of Alaric. Perhaps he was a relative? Even from up here, Treepie could tell that he was brawny of build. He had a cheeful face, which matched his voice.

Greetings, she called back to him, leaning forward toward the open space right in front of her.

Rather than comment on the weather, she plucked herself off her stone seat and descended toward the stranger. Her steps were carefully measured to avoid jostling her careworn frame too much. Tiuttuk reminded herself not to bother with any dominance displays as the distance grew narrower. This land no longer belonged to her. When the ground evened underfoot and she approached the stranger, she held herself with anodyne dignity.

What brings you to Moonspear? she queried, unable to resist adding, Are you related to Alaric, by any chance?