Gyrfalcon's Keep He walked down a busy street staring solely at his feet

Caught and drowned in a bubble of pure thought, it was not expected for her to hear the call rise above the mountain. It was clear, and meant for her.

But who? Who would know her? No one from here, surely. But could that mean...

Yes! It had to be!

Bounding from the stone, the smaller woman raced as quickly as she could towards the voice. Never before had she moved with such speed and agility, entirely putting aside any ounce of poise and grace. 

Then when the familiar shape came into view, she slowed, approaching with great caution. A soft quip, then a whine, from the former priestess. She needed an answer to know the truth of it. Had someone followed her here? Was this what the old gods had planned?