Meadowlark Prairie And they say

Perhaps Ivory Rose recruitment?

Rowan ventured from his sacred hideaway.
He rarely left these days. Preferred not to. But with Marisol...he'd lost many of his friends.
Maybe he'd find Maegi still lurking nearby.

The wind was quiet today in the Flatlands. But the sky was blanketed in thick, white bluffs, blocking the low winter sun, for the most part, casting the world into a dull sullenness.
He liked it. It felt like the sky was closer, and it felt like nighttime, but also not.
He strode through the meadow, long grasses still reaching for him despite the winter taking a firm grasp now.