Blacktail Deer Plateau By the grace of God

She beamed at Blue Willow when the leader complimented her chosen trades. She was well aware, having come from a family where physical pursuits were slightly favoured, that Naturalism wasn't a common nor valued job, but if the Saena in her dreams was correct, it was an important one. It could mean life or death if a wolf's weather predictions were accurate.

"I dunno 'bout that," said Saena, genuinely unsure what to think of dreams as windows, and then she said, "but in my dreams, there's a goddess. It has my name." She bit her lip lightly, then said, "do you think my mom named me Saena after a goddess?" The simorgh had said so... but they were only dreams, so who knew whether they were reliable or not. Saena wasn't even sure she put much faith in the goddess of her dreams. They were infrequent enough—maybe once a week or once a fortnight—that it was easy to think they were coincidental.