Deepwood Weald ²tenn' enta lúme

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Her ever-so-wandering self led the beige female away from her usual roaming place. It wasn’t unusual, nor unwelcomed; she lived for it. Her body moved along the cold ground, her mind — probably flying somewhere else.
 
Indeed, it flew elsewhere; but not too far away. She recalled the silver she met; her name escaped now, but she would remember it. Both of them used to call home the same place; perhaps not the only similarities between the two women.
 
And so, her lemon gaze found a familiar face; the beige female took a moment to study what was before her. The silver woman from the glacier. Agana began approaching her but stopped; her back was red. What looked like a mark from the sky made her go pale. Her silver coat was tainted with ruby marks; she could see the changes she had been through — but was not aware of them all.
 
The female shook her head and continued, clearing her throat to announce her presence, to not scare the silver like last time. Her voice soft, almost like a whisper; in a flash it came.. her name.
 
“Aurëwen.”