Jade Fern Grove chafa

the days warmed; green mistings and the growth of leaves replaced snow. she found herself wishing to roam, to think of — perhaps not. glassblue eyes followed the trajectory of ducks on the wing, and she unthinkingly followed. dear ash star had given birth not long ago. it felt as though hers was not far off either. but this would reduce their hunters further, and she worried. ferns rising from wintersleep rustled against her ankles, and all on a whim she called out for @Akavir, wanting to sew back what had been broken before the next chapter of her life opened. and, perhaps, to solve a matter for them both.