Meadowlark Prairie keep quiet, nothing comes as easy as you

The leader of external affairs she may have been, but she did not enjoy leaving the woods. Especially in such time of crisis. The earth woke every now and then but tonight it seemed to rest. She took solace in the quiet patter of the soft rain. It seemed her companion was pleased with the change of scenery as well. The goshawk took off in swoops to search the meadow for something more interesting than his roaming canis counterpart.

She searched too. Perhaps for evidence of what had upset the earth as of late or something worthwhile to bring back to the woods. Although the harsh call of her companion summoned her attention up ahead. Up ahead she spotted a ghostly figure. In the distance, in the drizzle, it almost resembled Nona. Her brows furrowed as she watched for a few silent moments. In these beats she came to the conclusion it was a stranger.

Hello. The single word was a rough whisper in the rain as she awaited a response or some sort of sign of acknowledgement.