Fairspell Meadow they once belonged to me

for @Titmouse

She had lingered at the border for a while, before stepping over it sometime around midmorning. If Vaati didn't want her to leave, it was a simple matter of coming after her. But she was a Tyro, now, and even though she felt that she was not equal to the others, as long as she wasn't a captive she should be provided with the freedom to leave. 

Leaving the wood was like taking a breath of air after the longest time underwater, the open sunlight of the meadow almost painful compared to the dark blankness of the cave and the shadows of Blackfeather. Hell, her wardens packmates had called it, and Cassiopeia felt hundreds of untold secrets lay buried throughout the place. Potema's monstrosities, the man that raved of gods and blood and fear, she felt them to simply be the tip of the iceberg. Here in the meadow, standing among the grasses and undergrowth as it died and decayed, she felt oddly still.