Noctisardor Bypass spirits haunt these magic hours, dwelling in the sylvan bowers

heda wasn't sure what to make of this upcoming trip. she too shared druid's delight, but inside her, the girl was not sure if she wanted to leave rivenwood. 
her mother had gone and never come back.
worripa had gone and never come back.
heda's heart began to sink. whatever forces outside the bypass might be, they were strong. they rattled the good bones of her pragmatism.
when she came awake it was to the same vision. the air was colder than it had ever been and diamond-dust frost scintillated on branches and leaves and stones. rivenwood had somehow been changed.
druid found her stiff-legged, staring up at a nest where a pair of sparrows had raised their young. she softened to see her sister, however, and bumped their heads softly together, nipping playfully at the other's ruff. "what's on your mind?"