Wapun Meadow ii. and an isle you must be

AW! (rolled for failure, oof)

She would have reveled in the chance to forget her woes, immerse in the wondrous sensation of revelrie and camaraderie that Aurëwen's visit wrought but the alabaster dove was a mother - she had beloved, cherished bairns to return to for which she had a measure of the woman's jealousy. She did not linger long in the Seelie's company and the night ends early; the grey morning finds her well rested, a langorous tug of muscles and sinuous yawn greets the dawn. 

Amethyst eye scans the still meadow - not even the bird's have risen to chirp their songs - searchingly, seeking opportunity. With a small heft, the nightwisp finds her feet - padding to the stream for a morning sip - and abandons her spot amongst the grove.  

A smattering of tracks drew her eye as her head lifted, droplets trailing from her lips. They appeared to belong to a small mammalian creature of sorts though Rhælla could not be certain if the game was at all similar to that of the Lirean (or even the Icadearian for that matter) territory. 

Trailing after the pattern, Rhælla slipped amongst reeds - tall enough to reach well over the tiny nymph's height - weaving her path to a cluster of minute warrens mired in the musk of prey. 

Her stomach would rumble at the proximity of a meal, a gnawing and nauseating ache that squinted her flowery eye briefly. 

Hovering on bunched haunches, fixed over the burrows like a bear waiting for seal to emerge for air, she would wait. 

And wait. 

Until at last a scurry was heard somewhere within the dark depths, accompanied by muffled squeaks and chirps. A small head popped out, beady eyes darting and whiskers twitching warily. 

Pouncing, Rhælla dived for the weasel and thudded, rolling onto her side as she crumpled against the earth. A puff of dust dissipated, curling into the air as she searched for her target in vain - the weasel having pulled back into the security of its tunnels.

Damn, the girl cursed inwardly, rising and taking inventory of her latest bumps and scrapes.