Hushed Willows Remember, magic is chaos.

sundance seemed less and less well; teya went to him with a low sound of surprise as he settled himself to the earth. the starmaid hesitantly drew in the myriad scents that clung to his coat, and saw a partial picture writ into them.
a breath, a tilt of her head. what had happened upon his journey? she drew closer but did not settle, anxiety setting the rustcream of her hackles to trembling.