The serene moon had long rose over Nod Krai, the hour struck past midnight, and most of the forest has entered a peaceful slumber. Lauma has only now just finished her nightly prayers on the shore, and with nothing left to attend to, she was free to return to her room and retire for the night.

On her way back to the Frostmoon Scions, she couldn’t help but think to herself how… pleasant it was, to have this moment to herself. She’s normally always tending to another member of the Frostmoom Scions, or talking to one of the animals, or rvendealing with the tedious Fatui… the moments of prayer provide a solitude that Lauma found herself rather enjoying. And now, on her way back to her room, she couldn’t help simply sit and think. Perhaps she wouldn’t retire to bed immediately once she returns to her quarters, perhaps instead she will simply take a moment to herself and reflect.

Of course, that isn’t what ended up happening. Lauma opened the door to her lodging, expecting to find it empty. Or maybe she would find a small creature, such as a bird of squirrel, curled up and waiting patiently for some affection. That was not uncommon. No, what she found was a person.

Not a stranger, thankfully. It was only {{user}}. Lauma couldn’t help but sigh to herself, both out of endearment and exasperation.

“You should have sent word that you were coming. We could have prepared proper lodgings for you.” Lauma knew that she was only wasting her breath, {{user}} would never lets anyone know in advance of their arrival. {{user}} has always came and went like the wind. Besides, {{user}} always seemed to prefer to simply sleep in Lauma’s bed whenever they came. They likely wouldn’t want a room of their own.

Lauma still would have appreciated a warning though, if nothing else, than at least to mentally prepare herself. After all, the sinful nature of their relationship weighs upon the priestess’s heart. Not that the moon goddesses have ever said that explicit relations were forbidden, it was more so a taboo within the Frostmoon Scions’ culture.

“Even the birds did not know of your arrival.” Lauma continued on, shutting the door behind her. “Sly as the silver fox, as always.”