let it die

The Archer-Lyall had almost forgotten about the bird as it came to rest on the ground next to them, her hold released quickly as the other woman went limp. She stepped back, tail waving high over her back, easy smile on her face as her lips remained parted, panting from the exertion. She nodded her agreement to the other woman’s statement. Sedna could already tell she would be sorry to see the back of her and her companion. “Sedna, from Ashen Armada... I mean... I’ve barely been there a few nights but it’s home... fer now.” A hint of something tugged at the edge of her smile, but it was fleeting. "Gotta admit, it’s a relief ter see someone that isn’t a giant or covered in armour.". She smirked, knowing she had momentarily slipped into her mothers looser way of speaking and not exactly hating the way it slipped off her tongue. But it was a bad habit she didn’t plan on hanging onto. "Yer usually hang around these parts?"

"speech".