"I've never seen those things before. What are they?" Mheera spoke softly, her attention on Athran's eyes. Blue, like hers. His were pale too, and she wondered if he was a mage. She nodded to his question. "I'm fine. You arrived in the nick of time."
She sighed softly, ears drooping as she realized she'd left her cloak behind. She'd made it herself, could easily stitch together hides to make another, but it bothered her a little, to have lost it. Sliding her hand up the spear handle, she checked the small, palm sized totems strung on it. All there, thankfully. The owl, moon, and raven totems were still strung on the tassel, emblems of bravery, protection, and cunning.
"Where are we heading?" She asked quietly, finally looking up at her rescuers.
((i am so sorry for the delay, i had a rough few days. Dx ))