Heron Lake Plateau you're an ancient ruin, a symbol of hubris and decay

After the run-in with the giant and her daughter, Mag had retreated northward to the forests above the plateau.

It was here that she foraged to get her mind off of things, and that worked well enough until a call sounded from afar. She cocked her head up to listen - ideally to determine if it was a man or a woman's voice, or if it held malice at all; then, she bundled what she'd gathered and turned heel.

As the woman crept from the woods and across the open plain, she took stock of what she'd learned so far. By the time she caught sight of the boy from before, hours had passed.

The moonlight glowed upon him.

Veran!