Larksong Grotto bitter sweat and circumstance

Slowly but surely, Marble grows and develops in the quiet corners of Sagtannet. It’s a lonely process; she spent most of her days on her own studying the same rocks, or trees, or birds she saw everyday. The silence doesn’t bother her, not even a bit. She preferred it over spending time with her little family (she doesn’t avoid them out of hatred of course), or having to listen to @Astraeus ramble on and on (now she doesn’t hate him, but the chatter certainty pushes her buttons).

She’s no pup anymore, that’s what she tells herself at least. She’s older now, and therefore has the right to stray away from the mountain. It’s a trip she’d been looking forward to since the last time she’d slipped away. All of Sagtannet had been mapped by her at this point. A budding scholar must study everything the world had to offer.

Marble didn’t get too far. She most certainly would have if not for her discovery. On the ground sat a bird, but not a songbird she was so used to seeing. It’s large and white, stained by dirt. A gull. Marble crouched in the underbrush as she watched it skip around.