Fairspell Meadow I told the witchdoctor

ganondorf was not the first nor the last soul to be perturbed by the insistent silence that shrouded astara. his questions again went unanswered, though she stole him a glance as he muttered his discontent. she was not blind to body language, and saw the misgiving as it coiled in each of his steps.

they were close to the border now, and astara drew to a halt. a current played under her skin, rifling her coat so that her hackles lifted ever so subtly. she stared into the woods, her gums lifted in a silent grimace -- and then, before any member could intercept her presence, the dark ghoul made to slip off back into kintla, away from blackfeather.