The Heartwood i am the self-consumer of my woes—

enough practice with the stone told relmyna that the whisperings would stop when she ceased to be alone. and so, when the voice she knew to be sithis faded from earshot, the priestess pulled herself from her trance with a low moan and a muzzy blink. directly after, she set upon looking for who had disturbed her, and soon her cobalt eyes alit on the striking form of a young wolf with piercing green eyes.
had relmyna been completely herself, she might have fled then, but as she still heard the echo of the god's voice, the evoker remained as she was, curious about the other's presence here. a gentle smile followed in the next moment.