Mooncalf

set a fire for tomorrow
set it to your woes

Eira, ever kinder and softer than her bondmate, welcomed herself easily to Maea's outstretched hands. She didn't take time to sniff them before rubbing her face against one, and pressing her side in the other. Noah smirked as he pulled the kettle from the hearth. "She likes to be scratched right under her wing." He said, pouring hot water into each mug and setting the kettle down on a piece of stone.

He moved the mugs to the table, where in the middle of it was a sealed jar with some crystalized sugar. Noah pulled back one of the chairs, angling to towards the fire, and hung his coat on the back of it. "Yes, kind of." He said as he replicated the motion with a second chair, for Maea's cloak. "I'm from Halo. My family and I have been here for two seasons, however. I've been doing some work here." The list included cleaning and updating the barracks, cleaning and restocking the hospital in the Temple, helping build a courier station, and helping to fortify the lands in the wake of this unusual weather. " There are some...developments in the world, though, that my family being in Halo will make me feel more secure."

feel defiance burning through my teeth
it's not enough to drag this blade across the day