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it is not the woman's dark silhouette breaking through the pillowing snow plumes but the distinct crunch of footsteps approaching. they were urgent, had something happened or was stardust just worried for the nebet?
she did not have to wonder for long. racharra follows the footsteps and immediately is greeted by a friend. stardust! she fawns, even as wind whips and curls her mane. it's good to see you! the other woman was concerned, a gesture that warmed racharra who'd grown so used to being alone she hadn't considered someone would've sought her out. oh... i'll live.. this was nothing, she just needed a pelt or something, but she didn't want stardust to feel she had wasted her time.

despite the circumstances, the druid woman was as chipper as ever, barking damnation to the sky like a dog up a tree. her gaze follows stardust, open-mouthed as the other shouts at the heavens. you will probably incur a god's wrath if you continue to shout at them like that.. she jests. partially, she will pray for stardust's well being, knowing how vengeful her gods could be. but if the night woman hasn't erupted in flames yet, she'll probably be fine.