Sawtooth Spire Step into your power.

i'm sorry, you guys, my muse absolutely plummeted out of nowhere & i just couldn't reply to anything ): small 5am cameo but hope i can have a proper thread with u two soon

From the withered shelf that Andraste had nested beneath for the preservation of her feathered figure, she could not hear o'er the sleeting rains what, percisely, it was that the inked and ivory bit their words about — nor did she wish to, lest either wished to stroll up by her and give their own tell to her of it.

She hushes, however, when the departing knell of the youngster's voice clanged in a word, in a way that had beocme all too familiar —

But was not her place to understand why the yearling had spat such a hideous moniker to Tundra; yet nor was it her place to reign as judge and deem her worthy or no of such a one. Still: lack of comprehension was made up in brimming compassion; and it was the shifting shadow of it that Andraste was helpless in feeling for both cross wolves.

When she assumes the irate inkling has well moved beyond their present crags, the fée finally lurks to where Tundra still stands; quiet.