Wild Berry Meadow kingullimik ⨵

kukutux listened, dropping currants one by one onto the skin. eldritch's attempt at her language was welcome, even if the sound was not perfected. her head lifted, however, greenstone stare fixing upon the dark wolf, at the mention of this daedra. "they are gods?" she inquired, not sure of what her companion meant by forest-dwelling deities.

a sacred place then, this ivory rose. "i am healer in moonglow. i have trained my daughter to be so, too. perhaps we share this knowledge between us," kukutux said affably, thinking of how she might bring these rose-hunters closer in friendship.