Honeyed Pasture eldorado

it will have to be as it was with Karst. she understands. she catches his gesture and nods, then slips away, a fiery sylph through the grasses, edging toward the deer with silent precision.

she makes a wide sweep around them and then cuts abruptly toward the deer, streaking across the plains, a red, snarling banshee.

they take off with bleats and stamping of hooves, eyes rolling back to show the whites. off they go and up, thankfully, toward the giant. he will be waiting.

Avicus will continue to drive them forward.

the hunt is on; she can feel the inexorable and inevitable in her heart, her veins.