Whitefish River drachenfeuer

vague single post so they can have some bonding time!
light pp of aure given if needed

After her own return to the bear’s claim, she’d informed her little family, and then Evergreen, of Mahler’s soon-to-be visitation for her son’s sake. The morning she heard his call, there was nothing more she wished for than to rise and answer as she was so wont to do.
But she wouldn’t ever leave his side so aimlessly, so foolishly, so senselessly again.

So, Aure sent another, anyone, to play at ambassador in her stead; and when whoever’d brought the musiker further into the riverlands to them, the silver gently roused her son to wakefulness  (lest the Kapitën’s call already done so, of course)  with the birdsong. 
“Iki utúlie’n, Dragomir,” she wisped tenderly, crescented about her mauve sickle of a son; supporting him to sit up and see, should he need it. “Look who is here to see you.”