Run from the storm within

*Eska* · 05-09-2021, 05:22 PM

"You're one of hers, aren't you?" Eska had just come from the thickest of the pines, her dinner grasped in her jaws, when she saw the boy resting near the water. She hadn't gone terribly far into the fjord, staying close enough to the Auster territories that she could hear Ulric if he called for her. Eska had just needed to go far enough away to think clearly. Being so close to her rotten and dying mother clouded her brain. She needed a moment to think. A moment to breathe.

Golden eyes rested upon the patchwork boy. The scent on him was thick with Hollows, so of course he knew her mother. The pensive look and the underlying tinge of Resin though... it made her think that he might very well be one of her adopted children. Picking up the ptarmigan in her jaws, the brindled fae moved forward to lay upon the bank. Holding the bird between her paws, she began plucking feathers with her teeth. If the boy wanted to talk, now would be the time.

"Eska"

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