Meadowlark Prairie waiting on LA to come find me and be forgiven

until next we meet. the bird bowed, her iridescent plume shimmering. qiao returned the gesture with a grave dip of her skull. 

farewell, bird. belladonna took flight in a great flurry of feathers, leaving qiao but a speck among the ruins of winterwood and snow. the herbalist murmured an old incantation to herself and made east.