Meadowlark Prairie i long for scenes where man hath never trod

@Averna & @Astara

the daughters of melonii and priestess were old enough now, relmyna felt, to venture beyond the borders of blackfeather. late one morning, she gathered her girls of shadow and snow to her side. the woman had been recently perturbed over the silence of her offspring, but knew it to be natural. she was a mute, and blackfeather's halls echoed with solitude.
and so in relative quiet, the trio moved through the gloomwood and came to the borders. relmyna crossed them without hesitation, pausing to glance back once at her growing cubs before heading into the sun-soaked flatland just beyond.