Dawnlark Plains an eye for me, a leg for you

the girl responds in a cheerful manner that leaves gracious with a motherly and warm smile over her face. she has always wanted to have a family, but in her old age she has known that it shall only remain a dream; perhaps in the next life she can fulfill it. but for now, she remains content with the idea of guiding young oceane along until she is no longer needed. leaving a mark at least on one individual would provide gracious enough peace to last her a lifetime and more.

"fish may be hard to come by until we find a river. but if you are able to catch birds, then we will be able to eat here." seagulls and other ocean-faring birds behaved relatively the same to gracious, though the ones here would not be quite as satisfying of a meal due to the difference in size. "they may be difficult to catch; they are very sensitive to noise and will fly away if you are not quiet enough." gracious is no master hunter, but she has her fair share of hunting stories for partridges and other avian species during her lifetime.

she circles back to oceane, standing shoulder to shoulder with her. movement, off to the left of the field. "there, off to your left. a bird hides beneath the grass." the blades move just with the slightest bit of movement, an inexperienced hunter would say it is the breeze, but the grass moves in the opposite direction. only an animal would cause such movement. "can you see the grass move?"