Dawnlark Plains listen to the wind blow, down comes the night

aditya shook his head doubtfully at grayday's recollection, chiming in as soon as the man had finished speaking. "she's a grown woman, not a child," he remarked, "and a strong woman, too. i don't think that would have put her off too much." she'd stared his own personal reaper in the face and had come out victorious. if that didn't speak volumes about the strength of her character, nothing else would.

he bristled uncomfortably, not knowing quite what to do. if forrest was in danger, of course they should look. . .but if she'd left of her own accord, why bother her? perhaps she had taken some offense to grayday, and had bowed out when it was convenient.

"maybe she doesn't want us looking," he reasoned to dawn, flicking an ear in disappointment. "maybe she just wanted to leave without anybody noticing." which was rude, in his humble opinion, but not impossible. improbable, even.