Ravensblood Forest we have both lived with lips more scar tissue than skin

@Vercingetorix, can be slower thread + vague-ish but after this

Once she’d perhaps parted from Dragomir, Aure was chirruping through an abundance of greenery for their father a full bell later. Perhaps, because she’d offered both son and daughter to come along with her on foraging, but whether they’d done so or not, that choice was up to them, and she let them know exactly in which patch she’d be. ...Now, all she had to do would be to find the warrior through this bloodied forest.

The conversation with their son — with Isilmë nearby, but she hadn’t been sure if the girl had been near enough to hear any of it — had left her spent, but there was only one other amend she needed to make, tenuous and fraying as it was. She would never wish for happiness to come in a day, and for both of their mistakes to be forgiven or learnt from by the hour, but... might as well find some way to begin now.

Eventually, one way or another, Aure would find him — same as with the children, whether he wished to see her or not, she needed to see his wounds, at least. And there was something else she'd had in mind, if Vercingetorix did in fact  (loathe as he might)  allow her near enough to see to his liaisons.

But for now, she remained quiet, kept to herself, and dropped her herbarious gatherings in favor of using her nose to scent him out.