Swiftcurrent Creek for a world that feeds on doubt

Arric was a welcomed figure in this endeavor.

She crooned out to him, warm notes. Her body wiggled slightly and she shrunk some, to defer to the larger man. But then she turned to show him the tangled, frozen roots of a tree.

Ah, but it was...just him.

She was not aware that Akavir had gone away.

So she blinked, owlishly, waited for a heartbeat or two. Akavir? A soft look of concern fluttered across her face.