Blackfeather Woods How home stays half the world away

astara had spent the morning lingering along the borders, rifling through old caches interspersed around blackfeather. her sides had grown lean, and the jaunty hike of her hips bore new signs of food deprivation.

she languished now under the slim arm of a beech. ahead a figure loitered and then approached, the proud head of the melonii’s sovereign. despite his initial surprise, astara regarded him distantly — for he too had abandoned the girls and in her eyes, hastened blackfeather’s demise.