"Of course, child," she says, voice quiet. "You are both welcome to whatever lies within these walls for as long as you need."
She looks at the feathers. "The owl means death, mourning, in these lands, but you have beaten death back instead." There is a touch of awe and wonder in her voice.
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Date: 2024-04-04 11:48 pm (UTC)She looks at the feathers. "The owl means death, mourning, in these lands, but you have beaten death back instead." There is a touch of awe and wonder in her voice.