Haunted Wood Vamanos

she accepts this is silence, schooling her expression. unrest settles, but she will think this through alone, not in front of the consort. "alright." she will not be unprepared, however, "when?" her attention is drawn away by a flicker of movement in her peripheral. something moves parallel to the border, far enough away so that she can not quite distinguish what or who it is. a moment later, and the distant silhouette vanishes.