Greatwater Lake vii. you are well versed in rising from ash

@Lokie

Set adrift from the company of the reclusive northmen, the once Lady of Veltigar would set west into the unknown grasslands. Beyond the ranges of Sunspire she found the shores of a vast lake, beset by gentle wooded slopes, it was a most wonderful place for the weary to rest their head. 

Rhælla determined to make it her settlement for the night, tired by her journey over the mountains and conceding to the orange hale of duskfall. To the groves she would take, a flitting blackbird amongst the branches of brambles. 

The sweet tang of mulberry quenched her thirst and quieted the rumble of an empty stomach; yet, something more substantial was needed to still the gnaw of hunger chewing at her innards. 

A trail beckoned, perfumed by the delicate, mouth-watering scent of rabbit - drawing the nightwisp to pad after in hunt, dropping into a prowl as she tracked with mouth open.