King Elk Forest bless each shadow, reunited

Pleasantly surprised by the hasty manner in which she was received, Aéthie was even more so flattered to see her royal cousin appear from the dignity of the shadows. Though, of course she would be met with such flourish as to be welcomed by a King. She was a Déorwine afterall.

“Cousin” she echoed with a nimble bow and then, “King.” Her eyes momentarily downcast in a simple display of honor. News of The Kings debut had traveled far, even throughout what was left of the dwindling fire-stained terrain. Although it was mildly strange to be standing in-front of her once childhood playmate now crowned King, though not unexpected.

Aéthie returned Célnes’ cordial brush, leaning in to match her warm greeting. “Only with the High Elk’s Blessing” she declared, giving praise where it was due. “I have returned to rejoin the Déorwine House and serve the High Elk as before- before such a time of fire and great suffering”