Duskfire Glacier hebamme

She'd been trailing behind her brother, who'd followed their mother, far too interested in her surroundings than the family she'd see all day, every day. Wayfarer was more content to nose at stray leaves and pretty stones, at least until conversation rose from up ahead.

The little Duskfire loped comically onto the scene, stubby brown tail whipping the air and eyes bright with curiosity. She stumbled a number of times, her focus on the gathering and not on the debris at her feet, and she moved in confidently not toward the stranger but the parcel at his paws.

Bumping alongside her brother, she poked her nose directly into the opening and began to rummage for the treasures within.