Blackfeather Woods a place where woman never smiled or wept

the playful snarl of her daughter brought relmyna to bear; she coursed back and tried to match the trajectory of averna's spinning steps. the little ghost evaded her on nimble paws; the delta soon drew up, laughing, eyes lit with pure delight. a race? she tossed a challenging look to the pair of them, prancing in place and daring one of them to speed beyond her grasp.