Deepwood Weald do you ever feel like a plastic bag?

sialuk, the corvidae repeated, testing the name and pronunciation on her tongue. a soft smile crept into her expression as the snowy woman laughed and teased. i must be blessed to be found by such a... magpie paused for a beat, considering her words, radiant creature.

do you live here? she asked, then, vibrant green eyes scanning the fog and the shadowed, towering trees. this wood seemed to suit sialuk; both were ethereal and filled with mystery.