Kildeer Rest a future full of golden promise

The evening clouds, lined with the softness of a fading sun, drifted in uneven clusters across a backdrop of effulgent pastel purple. The sun would linger for only an hour or so longer, and in that time the darkness would dominate. It would be the prime moment for her travel, as she was taught. But it was a wonder to experience it still; the deepness of the sky, the silky texture of the clouds as they dragged apart with the effort of a blustering spring wind. 

The child was poised within the scope of the pastureland, having sequestered herself among the exposed bedrock of a narrow cliff side, and watched with her chin upon her toes as the sky transitioned. She was well hidden; or as well hidden as she liked, believing in her own ample ability over the skills of outsiders. She would find what she sought here, and trusting in this, was unafraid of the new world within which she found herself.

Soon the darkness had descended. Her masked face raised from its perch, with bright eyes casting curious glances across the surrounding territory; and as she got to her paws, wordless as as always, Seregrýn caught sight of the first star in the blackness. She aligned herself with it, and began to march - strides long and steps quiet - in to the night.