Moonstone Quarry Wise Men Say, Only Fools Rush In

@Memory just a quick reminder that Memory will still have to post a joining thread at the Vale's borders.

A tinkling laugh bubbled wispily from her lips, breathless with the exhileration of the void beneath her feet. 

Regardless of the danger, the fae could not help but find his overprotective nature amusing. A lantern lights within the cavern of her chest, warm with the notion of being cared for. 

"I vill be fine," Awenfen murmured into the spring night, the words whisked away by a playful breeze. 

She'd endured worse than this; the battered mother'd drug herself over these very mountains in desperation of the sea - not yet recovered from the brutal pregnancy for even a fortnight. A mountain side would not be her ruin. 

"Vhere are ye takin' me, Mem-ory?" She lilted curiously, moonstone eyes finding him - her pale form blanched silver in the moon's light.