Hoshor Plains laced up boots, wandering soul

Moondoe blinked up at Valiant at the mention of bringing the children gifts. Her mouth formed words, but she noticed him glance to the side. She did as well, but with her small height, she didn’t see much.

Instead, she looked back up at Valiant. Held his eye until he spoke again.

I believe she would love to have you, Valiant. Vairë smiled, her chest warming with emotion. Inside, perhaps, the screaming grew louder in volume, accompanied by incomprehensible gargling of vowels.