Dragoncrest Cliffs god is a shapeless hunger

Thuringwethil had started feeling better. Able to take longer walks, she still struggles with everything else. A long travel won’t do her any good and still, they have to wait. But they can make decisions now, in the meantime, and so when word comes from @Tirgatao that @Thuringwethil is ready to see them, she and @Ajatar made the trek through the redwoods and to the outside of Hougeda, where she’s technically not supposed to be. The pale heir knows where she’s going, having spent some time here already.
 
When she sees the woman, it is a shock; she is but a reflection of her former glory. Thin and angular—her fur is kempt and neat, someone (@Wildfire) is obviously taking care of her.  It is like a ghost staring at them as the three approaches. Tirgatao takes her leave when they’re close enough and Helix and Ajatar both bow their head upon their arrival. Helix offers the same to @Blixen, whom is standing next to the dark woman, but Ajatar does not change her direction to acknowledge the guard.
 
“I have called for @Dio and @Eske, too,” the woman says, a raspy voice; has it always been so harsh? It’s been so long since she’s stood in front of Heda. She isn’t the same child; instead, perhaps someone she could be proud of if she hadn’t left the others to fend for themselves.
 
“We are lucky we are no—” Thuringwethil cuts her off, licks her lips, and waits for the others to arrive.