Honeyed Pasture ³a tenna nárenna

Third founding thread. @Knife-Ear!
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Midmorn was laden, cloaked, and beneath that mantle of harvest mist did the Marked tread;
the chance for a favorable hunt would have seemed more fortuitous, if @Guildenstern were here as her entrusted specter, or the reunited @Agana come to trail her. But the weald needed sentinels, howe’er few — and in setting out on a little excursion, she was in the mind of filling their stomachs far before her own.

And the colossus seems to have taken rest from wherever it most yearned to rent the earth like the fracturing of a pearl. At least, for now: for the smatterings of the last of the blacktail picked their way through the pasture, using the drapery of dawn’s fog to veil beneath just as much as she.

But Andraste’s shorn shoulders scarce cleared the honeyed fronds;
so, with a hushed churr, she let herself wade ever further, further, until she vanished beneath the gilded vaulting almost entirely.

Perhaps, if she could note each cervine closer, she might be able to select a weakened one to down ...