Wild Berry Meadow Gentle Giant

Maegi always had enjoyed the stories of others, but it had been a long time since she was as rapt as she was now, hanging onto Wraen's every word. The woman had a strange way of both hurting and healing, of opening the wounds in her heart and then mending them once more. A burn, a salve. A harbinger of things past; an angel of things to come.

When the traveler had finished, the Melonii's eyes had filled to the brim with tears, a lump formed solidly in her throat. She dipped her muzzle down and swung it away, let the glittering drops fall, quietly. After a moment, she sniffed, and nodded solemnly. Thank you, she murmured.

Her bicolored eyes found the verdant green of Wraen's. Thank you for your wisdom. I will keep your words with me. . .and my son, too.

If Maegi had known at all Wraen was associated with the Redhawks, she would have been flummoxed. Or perhaps not? After all, Colt had been one of them, but kind. He'd saved her life, cared more for reunion than revenge. If Maegi ever came to know this woman's true affiliation. . .it may not change her mind, after all.

I hope you have safe travels home, she said fervently, a smile finding its way onto her face again. Sincere, this time, if still utterly sad.