Hoshor Plains yesterday's been laid to rest

since the move, mona had thrown herself headlong into the duties of strengthening the border and patrolling, and had not allowed herself many thoughts of what had happened between herself and nathaniel. the idea of it made mona rather giddy, until her body clenched with nausea from her frayed nerves. she supposed she had been avoiding him in a small way, with her many trips out of the packland, and her urge to keep to the thicker trees of the vale.
but now she came upon her eagle now, all tense and stark-eyed, his long limbs carrying his heavy body effortlessly toward a darkened figure in the distance. mona trembled from where she watched, wanting to go to him, both for the delight of his company and to accompany him toward the stranger, but she felt overcome with a crippling shyness.
however, the little mayfair took a breath and cantered across the small distance toward nathaniel, her red pelt meshing with his own as she lifted her face to him for a bashful moment, then focused her gaze on the newcomer.