Deepwood Weald ᵃᶰᶰˑ úyë sérë indo-ninya símen

She listened closely to the wisp, ears flickering at the winds' whispers. If she knew what was best, then Gracious would follow. She had done so before, she had counseled Delight for his choice to move his party from the elk's forest to another land, far away. She had no reason to not come with, what other choice did she have?

She hoped to catch the smaller one's eye, before visibly closing her eyes in a nod. She would follow, protect if need be. This was where her blood was now.