Broken Antler Fen she comes to bring your kings to their knees

she casts an intense glance back at methuselah, flews quirking down as a single thought crosses her mind — they proclaimed their predecessors arrogance, yet was it their own that burned down their home in holy fire?

just as quick as the thought comes she casts it away, because there is no place for it in these lands.  she considers herself merciful.

yes.  i trust in the gods; the mighty always have a plan.  and what was theirs?  

she turns her face up to the stars, bathing in the moonlight.  rest, majia, child.  you will be led.

rest while you can.  we have quite the journey ahead of us.  who knows what kind of wolves make their home in these lands?