not long now to the rising; any

[Warlight]

"Not really," she answers the stranger, though the wonder in her tone flattens as she addresses the very subject she had been squashing away for the last week. "You're fine, compared to Thati," her mind reminds her with force. She had no right to claim injury when her newest friend lies dead in the summits above them.

Don't think about that now. 

"My brothers a healer," she says, her voice, along with her gaze, trailing off now that half of her thoughts have returned to the aftermath of the bear's attack. Velk had mended the muscle, stopped the river of blood, but the wound still required old-fashioned time to fully mend. "It was his first attempt at healing anything," she adds, feeling the need to explain the inflamed wound on her shoulder. 

Warlight realizes that her gaze is tracing the snow-capped mountain peaks and her dark, roaming eyes returns to Zamora's face. She observes the horns and scales which adorn the powerful woman with fascination, stirred by the rich tones of the demoness' voice, the restless yearling matches her stride. Disrupting the mirror like surface of the lake once again, Will halts beside her strange companion, and she doubts that Zamora has ever met an enemy she couldn't conquer. 

Does your mother know 

"No." Wright's reply is short, almost suspicious, as she suddenly wonders if this woman knows her mothers. In their world, thinking someone has a mother who cares is a bold assumption, and Warlight abruptly feels this stranger is not so new to Hyaline. Or maybe she just knows her antlered mother knew everyone. 

"Are you going to tell her?" 

Warlight
Soul as sweet as blood red jam