Larksong Grotto like a mantle of mystery

nyx’s smile, as his glacial gaze takes it in, is warm as she speaks; reminding him that he isn’t welcome. though he wishes to return the warmth that the golden aphrodite exudes, the tundrian cannot. his mouth twitches — the best he can offer. yes, well — he draws on a breath, trying to find a way to say it without cutting down wylla. she had her reasons for turning him away. i won’t be returning. it was made clear that sagtannet doesn’t need me and i shall respect that. a noise, something akin to the clear of a throat was given.

i’m only here now because i found thade, wintersbane says, gesturing to the area, not too far away, where he’s left the boy. he should be with his family. would it have been quellcrist …he would’ve wanted her returned to him no matter who was doing the returning. he’s …he’s been thru a lot. and that was mostly drawn from wintersbane’s own observation.