Dawnlark Plains the imp of the perverse

the two meet upon the sloping plains, one burning, one dark. but each of them carrying the legacy of Merrick and his blackbird.

her indigo eyes light upon him, nostrils flaring to catch his scent.

he's been hunting.

why you nohh' come home? Avicus asks without preamble. he's been away; she's not ignorant to it, nor has she sought to stop the intransigence. he's been close enough.

but he must return.