Wapun Meadow pictoratus

the moon had been dwindling further from the sky each night as the prophet watched for ingram. soon it would be time to depart for her islands.

without him.

she would not mourn this loss twice, however, and cast him from her mind as she moved faster. a purpose to her steps now. he would not come, and so almalexia would defy the spirits as much as she dared.

it was time to return to her islands.

aware of her pursuer, she set her sights toward the mountains. she would skirt around them, emerge into the land on the other side and from there she would find the sea. almalexia did not look back, but she was alert to him and it showed in the occasional turn of her ears.