Noctisardor Bypass somiyon

witch nodded quietly, in awe of her densister. she imagined heda as a wild god, sleek and powerful as she moved along the forest, blood crowned and surrounded by bones. if this were druid, the pale child might have shared that imagery with her— but she still was not as close to heda as she was to druid, or as druid was to heda. she didn't want to be weird.

maybe, witch said lamely. she didn't want to intrude on what sounded like a sacred ritual, nor did she find a particular joy in hunting. thankfully, heda offered her a way to politely decline... if only she had something to respond with. it was a question that had burned at witch, too. what was hers?

a soft frowned graced her features as she thought a moment, then finally offered, i explore places and collect interesting things i find. like this wing, or sparkling stones.