[she doesn't know that the world is turning just for her]

skill: [none]

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Things were as they ever were, and Euphemia was doing her typical rounds around the vale. Not because she was necessarily marking the border or seeking business with interlopers, but because she had felt cooped up within her den. She needed to think, to mull over her many problems through the movement of her limbs. As she walked, she churned – and soon she would be grateful that she had, for she glimpsed that familiar spotted form, and her heart leapt with joy.

Without a moment’s hesitation, Euphemia kicked herself up into a sprint, closing the distance with alacrity. Dal! Oh, sister! she cried out. It wasn’t that Dalmatia had even been gone for that long, but a loved one’s safe return was never an assured thing – the Gods had made sure that Euphemia understood that, deeply. However, Dalmatia had traveled with her beloved (which had given this trip an added element of safety), and as a result, they likely carried news from neighboring packs…

and Euphemia craved gossip.

The silver maiden offered Nottin a sidelong glance and a respectful dip of her maw, but quickly resettled her focus on Dalmatia. Tell me, how was your trip? What did you see? she gushed sincerely, face alit with emotion, wishing to live through her sisters’ journeys as she did when they oft went to celebrate a foreign festival. Dalmatia herself seemed to be in good spirits at least, which lent Euphemia some assurance that all had been well.

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