The Huntress coaxed the bird up to perch on her shoulder, looking then to the stranger. She arched a brow. Birds may not have been her own personal choice of companion, but she knew what the soul of another meant to her people. Her... former people. Though she struggled to see this other elf as who her people should be. Elves like this made it all the more difficult for The Huntress to stick to her promise to work on integration into this society Vela was helping to build. She sighed, a curl to her lip as she commented on the stupidity of his idea.
Basra Vashedan.
03-23-2023, 11:27 AM
