Dawnlark Plains rake my teeth 'gainst your beating heart

@Orlaith - using this as another hunting trade thread + forming thread for filling SC caches? wow i really hit my muse this afternoon, lmao. xD

The women had ventured down farther towards the marshes and through to the lark plains, the aspiring huntress breathing in the new scent of spring and growth. And herds. She had never had the pleasure to partake in the large game hunts of her past faerie throng, envious of the position of máistir an fhiach, to sit a feminine thane with her own consort dining on moose and gobbling weed. The allure of the race, the test of stamina, the glory of the kill, to best a creature with a crown of bone and zeal and take his contents to decorate your keep . . . a dream she would never reach. Oh, how she wanted antlers crowns and a rug of a king's fur in her own atelier!

It failed to aid her aspiration while her mother discouraged her dreams of women and victory and weeds and rather wanted her pursue common womanly roles, not that they were to be looked down upon and disregarded with any malice, no, she held her sister with proud regard that she was a faerie matron, she would be vital all her life. But Aoibh would take no husband, nor let him have forbearance in the grandeur of the hunt rather she be a midwife and be his possession for all her days? Well, he had better bring him moose elk crests everyday to prove his worth, best the most vile and incandescent deserts to prove his worth, and not even that is enough. Besides, the only medicine she knew were poppy seeds for a good epoch.

With a promise of a new court (one she still had little trust in the true future in), perhaps she could be the first in their history to be a woman loving máistir an fhiach, something to contemplate after she proved her worth her and now in the great expanse of the dawn-lark plains. Aoibh scouted a bit farther a ways away and spotted mule elk, strayed from her keep and seduced by wanderlust (and the best grass to boast), teeming with a musk she could nto but help wan to deepen her teeth into. End it, have it, everything.

❝ Orlaith, ❞ she whispered quickly, her eyes never leaving the prize . . . she hoped the female had clue on what to do next without chasing her self-made promises of prestige and slpendor away  . . .