Wild Berry Meadow or in our eyes, every time they meet

he saw her. good.

the blackbird took one step forward.

then another.

and another.

until at last she broke from cover and was walking openly -- boldly -- possibly even aggressively towards osiris.

last time she had seen him, she had nearly plucked his skull from his pretty face. in adulthood, he was no less striking -- but striking did not stop astara from killing.

she broke into a canter with her head hung low and eyes trained mercilessly on her quarry.