Firestone Hot Springs sage of the inward eye

"Sort of - it wasn't located by the coast directly, but you could get there in a matter of hours," Osprey explained, recalling the lands she had once called home. They were still a place, where beautiful memories lived, where her happy childhood-self frolicked in the meadows and played games among the tall pine trees within the safe borders of Flightless Falcons. Yet she felt no pull to ever return there. When her siblings had left and mother had passed away... nothing felt the same anymore.

"I have always enjoyed the forests though. The sea has never been my thing," the sea-side had sure left an impression on her those few times she had visited, but not enough for her want to wander there more often. "I never asked your name," she remembered suddenly. "My name is Osprey."