Emberwood did you do what i asked?

there was an eery silence to the morning's rise. gusts of wind blew westward, bridging the gap between the arctic and the wilds. the scout sat at the base of aspen and gazed pensively at its wilting leaves.

from what she could tell, awol's call didn't have a specific recipient. bhediya, who had been awaiting his return on ibis's recommendation, made haste in meeting him. how was your trip? she asked once close enough to be heard.