I’m shakable, unshakable

It was another day of patrolling the wall and working through plans in her mind—from preparations for winter to plans of architecture that would make lives a little easier on her pack for years to come. Not easier to the point of laziness, she hoped, but she did feel sentry duty shifts would be more enjoyable for those on shift during the cold months of autumn and winter if they could duck into a warm… tower? From time to time in turns.

Her eyes slid up to study the wall as she mapped out possible plans in her mind’s eye. It would take doing to build something that tall, she was pretty sure. But surely, they could rig something to raise stones higher. It helped that she and Paladin both had companions with nimble fingers that could tie knots and make what Ime had called ropes out of rawhide.

Her tail flicked through the air in a decided banner as she picked back up into a trot, until a call up ahead at one of the wider passages caught her ears. She slowed and ducked into the thick mist, wending her way toward the call.

When she made her appearance, it was with the dignity and grace of a spirit, forming from the mire of fog that was her backdrop as she approached the female that stood beyond the border. An easy, gentle smile settled onto the Archangel’s features as she dipped her head in greeting and offered, “I am Aurielle Adravendi, Archangel of Celestial. What brings you to our border?”

Smooth, silk and velvet tones lilted with a mixed accent and warmed with an easy friendliness as those gradated sapphire and sky-blue eyes took in the frame of the woman. Not a fighter, certainly not.

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think