Iktome Plains cardboard lotus bud

With the stranger in tow, Ragna led them from the seagrass and sand to more solid, regular ground. These were the rolling grasslands that slowly gave way to the wetlands and deltas of the shore. There were birds aplenty, even a long, grey heron that stood, graceful and statuesque as it hunted among the waters. Small prey skittered through the brush, invisible but for their scent. But no matter where the wind blew nor how hard Ragna searched, she could find no prey larger than a marmot. Silently, she sent her companion a pleading glance, as though the other woman could summon large prey to them. Yet none came, and when their search proved fruitless, the women parted. Weary, Ragna departed, hoping to find better luck with smaller prey.