Dawnlark Plains trying for years to flee

@Pema, feel free to hop back in anytime! just posting to keep this moving :)

mona let out her breath in a shudder, blinking rapidly to stem the flow of unbidden tears that threatened to flood her crimson features. deirdre. deirdre stella mayfair. "my sister," she mumbled, briefly lost in her own contemplation and unaware that the morningside leaders were still within earshot.
but the gray man did not know where she had gone! and yet mona nodded warmly at his awareness of constantine's whereabouts. "i met him, not long ago," the mayfair proffered wanly. still dazzled by what he had said of deirdre, mona glanced toward the wolfess — pema — and then returned her attention to the male. "have ... have you been to donnelaith? since it ... burned."