Blackfeather Woods In my field of paper flowers

[table width=80%][tr][td]Nyx, despite being happier than normal, did not carry a bounce in her step nor a swaying tail of speckled night behind her. Her happiness was for her and her alone and no one had to know how she was feeling. Showing was weakness, and if there was anything that she wasn't it was "weak" - or so she liked to believe. She returned without a smile, the only hint of pleasure a light in her bi-coloured eyes. She was glad he hadn't followed her - perhaps she had to reward him for that later, as to encourage this behaviour.

Lead the way. She said with a nod to the borders.[/td][/tr][/table]