Broken Antler Fen may you find solace in the gentle arms of sleep, despite the wolves outside your door

ibis was gone before teya could react. she stood watching as the little woman sped away, bound to those babes as she ever was. poor ibis. she had experienced far too much in these last months.
"yes," she said softly, thinking of her favoured places in beautiful brecheliant. "a field. tall flowers. let him sleep with those." 
despite her removed demeanour, something she did not understand was beginning to choke the little raven, a mixture suddenly of grief and trepidation, and perhaps fear, to suddenly see death so close.
she looked to wraen for reassurance, desperately, dizzyingly thankful for both she and bridget.