Meadowlark Prairie and i'm in the wind; i am going to let it take me where it may

@Melody

After delivering Reverie's message to Everett, Eventide had forged south instead of returning to the golden woman. He saw no use in going back now. What would he even say? He intended to circle back in a few months, and by then there would be a conversation to have — by then, they would see if Everett ever made it out to visit.

He'd need to find somewhere to spend the next quarter. Maybe after that, too. Being alone was fine in the summer, but Eventide didn't think hoofing it in the winter was such a good idea, and he didn't want to turn tail and run home to ma and pa either.

A failed hunt left him breathless. He found a lone tree and sprawled out underneath it, panting heavily as he contemplated his future.