Witch's Marsh collected fifteen gold-wing'd bees, tremulous buzzing

her words sounded wise-- like they came from a wolf who had been around far longer than this wolf had. aria watched her silently, thoughtfully, until it was her time to share her own story. "when you have nothing keeping you-- i suppose you would leave," she responded, straining her mind for her own distant memory of donnelaith. we left because it was not for us. she hoped this was true-- she hoped that she did not willingly ruin her own life by leaving her home in pursuit of a new one. 

"i will summarize it for you-- something about soul searching and memory loss and a purpose for being," she began with a gentle cant of her head, "but i'm traveling in search of a friend who i abandoned moons ago-- after he left me long before that." what a mess, aria thought, suddenly a bit sourly.