Wild Berry Meadow XXXIV

it seemed as if Nyra had slipped from the Dreadfather's lair sight unseen, a wispy white shadow. who knew if she'd died along the way back to her home; Avicus fervently hopes she had. 

even if it means sacrificing the act of revenge.

she would trouble the Wilds no more, if so.

Augur's call brings her anxiously to him, despite her aching joints and phlegm-coated lungs. she coughs even as she pulls alongside him, an ugly, barking sound. she looks away, less with a knowledge of disease theory and more with embarrassment that he could see her as anything less than wholly hale and hearty.

once the coughing fit subsides, she glances his way and nods toward the ruddy landmass ahead, brows lifting in a silent question.