Here come’s trouble

Her sisters words were met with a nod in the dark. Tilly had heard about the events that lead up to her sister taking leave, hell the whole southern lands knew what had gone down. No wonder she fled.

Neither wishing to dwell on the past or their older brothers constant fuck ups that lead to extra work for the rest of them, she was relieved when the topic suddenly changed. Gifts? Well, she supposed she had heard of stranger traditions in her travels. Although with her sister being so new to these lands, she could understand her being a little stumped on her options... Taking in her opossum backpack though, she had to wonder if she was having trouble adjusting at all? "What’er they like? Th’ kids..." She wasn’t too phased on the pack. As much as she missed the companionship, being alone seemed to suit her just fine. The opossum could come in handy if they had to throw something together quickly.

"speech".