Redhawk Caldera i've been watching your kindness keep

fade after another round? i loveeddd this and i want them to meet again cryyy <3

mona found her cheeks lighting with a slow grin when finley invited her rather directly to be part of the caldera. there was of course a part of the girl quite tempted, for the land at the silver woman's back was beautiful, glimmering with details mona ached to explore until she had learned all she might know.
but suddenly she ached for the glowing forest and its proudly antlered king. it did not stop the little mayfair from offering finley a truly genuine smile, one edged with laughter and wistfulness. "mona of the redhawks," she murmured gently, her druidfather eyes trained on the feisty blackthorn. "i sort of like it."