Chimera Fields crawl

weaker! idk what ur talking about this is amazing.

and the answer comes through in the smaller ways: the aversion of her eyes, the whimpered sound of her voice falling away from the words and becoming pitiful. but it is an answer. zharille understands the way the young woman wilts; she reads this quickly, before racharra has even spoken, but the words further cement the choice.

the defeat in the daughter is briefly mirrored in the mother.
be well, racharra of the red stone. a twinge of sorrow lilts in her tone where usually there is only gravel and the menacing aura of her wild blood. the briefest moment of weakness—and yet, with the choice made, there is nothing else to speak about.

zharille will leave the young woman there without embrace, without any further question. the choice is made; a new family awaits for them both.