Dawnlark Plains Kill your heroes and fly

For @Ceridwen!

The plains. The bear. It had abandoned this place, just as much as the wolves who had been here had. It was safe now. But it didn't feel safe. She stood and remembered that day, just for a moment, and wondered what had brought her here. There was some wild need in her, an urge to take something back from this place. Something she'd felt was stolen from her when the bear descended, and all she could do was stare. Reverie paced in the snow and considered how best to reclaim her memory of this vast snowy stretch of land.
Then it hit her. It seemed so obvious. The answer to every problem, every question she'd ever had. Reverie glanced around first this time, hoping that no one would appear to see her and embarrass her. It looked like she was alone. The gilded girl started to dance; to replace the memory of fear with something lighter, something that was hers and hers alone.