Shy Deer Steppes covering their old heartbreaks with new tattoos

last traveling thread before Fen reaches Serpent Lake, woo!

The shadowed sprite, Wisp, had left her company some ways back but her elven caretaker found that solitude had become an old friend, like the comfort of a worn, favorite novel reread on a harsh day. The healer settled into the silence of sleeping and waking alone once more, the only words she uttered to be heard by the ears of her remaining birds - the starlings, whom she'd named Vren and Vaska. 

Another blazing sun rose and another humid morn found the wyvern on the move - ever cutting for the south, for the asylum of living off the grid, at the corners of this world away from the Sunspear and the memories. The birds circled overhead, or else roosted on the perch of her shoulder blades and downy head, as she forged onwards. 

The thought of seeking some herbs and casting a circle for a spell passed through her thoughts - but only briefly. An urgency had overtaken her steps, anticipation sparking her veins and thrumming in her bloodstream. It felt there was no time, that she must keep going.

Perhaps the halfling was wrong, nothing waited for her at the end of the world and she would be forced to drag on with this endless summer journey, but as she crossed the threshold of the dusty plains - there was haste to her quick gait, and a glint in her eyes. 

For some reason, she just felt like she was so close. There was no way she could stop now, even to rest. Surely, she'd cross through this ghost town of sedge grass and tumbleweed and find the boundaries she sought.