Dawnlark Plains I'll see what tomorrow brings

Her observations were both profound and astute, finding himself nodding in agreement to her proclamation that it was difficult. No sooner did he do so than the woman spoke of her departure, leaving Stjornuati to hunt his medicine-aids on his own. Gilded head lifted to look to her then, posture neutral as it had ever been. This one wishes you well on your travels. He would say before he returned to his task, letting her depart in peace.

Fade