Deepwood Weald do you ever feel like a plastic bag?

bird metaphors for life.

Sialuk tensed only a split second, but when she realized the touch was of affection and not malice, she softened. Her heart fluttered in her chest, thrilled to meet somebody who was so free with their tenderness. Her tail waved gently back and forth, and she returned the show of affection with her own: a gentle nip to the shoulder.

Come, she said, beginning to make her way along the path she knew would lead them to Moontide. Her visit there would be brief—only to speak with @Samani and make sure that Marina was settling in well.

Do you intend to find a village here, or will you seek the path you have come from? she asked, beginning to gauge where the bird's wings might fly her next.