Blackfeather Woods and stole my heart away complete

relmyna gave to astara a gentle nuzzle, a low sound that told her child not to fear. these were the original denziens of blackfeather, and would be for years after the bones of all they knew had turned to dust. to fear them was one thing; to revere them another. alongside the nightcub, the listener lowered herself into a bow, chin against the dirt in a show of reverence of for the bird-god.
in time, the corvid blinked, its caw splitting through the air. in a rustle of sharp wings, it had ascended into the canopy. only then did relmyna straighten, granting astara an encouraging smile. it was a good thing that the bird had come, and later the priestess would inquire as to what its gaze had meant.