Northstar Vale the girl with the broken smile

Wispy auds flutter, as two doves taking wing, at the chuff - argent gaze rising as she straightens to rest respectfully upon the male's iron throat - head tipping back and back to find him, as if meeting a giant.

Wördronna's pale dome dips down in a nod of greeting, "Blessed be, dreskar." 

"I am calle' Awenfen," the midwife introduced herself, somewhat shyly, gaze flickering between torn earth and the brute.