Felltree Marsh Vann

As she always had, Vespira walked leisurely, poised; light as a feather, just like the bird fluttering within her soul and heart. There had been much to take in, thus far. Alike her body, the silvery hue of her eyes danced, floating over what spectacles she could make of the terrain and the creatures that were bound to its floor. 
The birds did not follow her, nor did the new ones continue with song. She was alone, marching to her own hum. It felt lonesome, having no choir to echo your tune. One thing she'd always admired about those feathered critters — it was rare they left you solo. But as the light grew dim, most would flitter off to their nests and to their young, preparing for the wake of the sun the following morn. She should have done the same, but how could she? It was an endless maze, the world. If to stop now, how could she be sure that a sanction would be found? No, she must continue on, regardless of what exhaustion or hunger pangs tugged at her frail, lithe body. The world never stopped, so why should she?