floral abandon

While they walked, the shaman sought to take as many cues from Lirika's movements as she could. Up ahead, the land changed somewhat. That seemed to be the destination. The story of her makeshift family was a strange one. It was rare for large families to mesh, back in the motherland. The notion of two young children being a couple was one that she had not heard of with much frequency. From her understanding, it occurred perhaps once in a generation. Often the two children had to be separated for a lengthy period of time, to avoid negative emotional affects. She would keep her thoughts to herself about that, though.

Lirika's expression brightened infinitely when she began to regale her with tales of her own children. It was abundantly clear that she loved those girls, and Olya couldn't wait to meet them. When it came to Darya, she was rather curious about the marks upon her face. How strange, to wear such a mask. Dominika sounded like a child who she would love to meet, one that perhaps was a child of Lelia. After all, a sweet and intuitive child such as that must be blessed in some way.

"I believe you mentioned something about their father taking them from the site of their whelping den," She began tentatively, offering up a quizzical look to the taller woman. "how will we find them?" After all, this was a large continent. Nearly as large as the motherland, if one ignored its land bridge to the much larger continent further to the east.