when next zharille is spotted, it is by the many ravens that inhabit these woods.
she is oblivious to her audience; but they stare, and they judge. some fluff up their feathers, clatter their beaks. a few take wing to follow her; she does not see them, or care.
her path bending southward through the darkened embrace of forest, the towering canopy thinning as she neared the prairie to the southwest. the transition from the dense forest to the open expanse of the prairie was subtle but palpable; the air grew warmer and the oppressive shadows gave way to a wide, open sky dotted with the vibrant colors of wildflowers.
she could see the distant silhouette of the mesa rising prominently against the horizon, its rugged cliffs and towering summit standing as a formidable landmark. The mesa marked her goal: a place of great significance where akashingo's influence loomed large.
she stood there, at he cusp between field, forest, and sky; she caught movement above, and looked — watching two young ravens spiral in the air together, as if in play, and with a snort zharille makes a decision; she does not continue due-south.
her path arcs towards and through the meadow.
she is oblivious to her audience; but they stare, and they judge. some fluff up their feathers, clatter their beaks. a few take wing to follow her; she does not see them, or care.
her path bending southward through the darkened embrace of forest, the towering canopy thinning as she neared the prairie to the southwest. the transition from the dense forest to the open expanse of the prairie was subtle but palpable; the air grew warmer and the oppressive shadows gave way to a wide, open sky dotted with the vibrant colors of wildflowers.
she could see the distant silhouette of the mesa rising prominently against the horizon, its rugged cliffs and towering summit standing as a formidable landmark. The mesa marked her goal: a place of great significance where akashingo's influence loomed large.
she stood there, at he cusp between field, forest, and sky; she caught movement above, and looked — watching two young ravens spiral in the air together, as if in play, and with a snort zharille makes a decision; she does not continue due-south.
her path arcs towards and through the meadow.
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