Deepwood Weald To wander

kyreth woodstalker, and indeed he seemed made of the flowering green and the shadows barred across the trees, which threw the earthen tones into a gradient of pleasing color.

moonmother's eyes softened with recognition. "it is good to know your face, kyrell," she said, amending her greeting somewhat to acknowledge that they had once been met.

"you did not startle me."

their eyes were akin, she saw, glinting emerald in the light of a new earth. it endeared the man to her at once, though her brow furrowed as she stepped forward to lightly take the scents upon him.

"you are no longer with hearthwood?" the duck asked once she had read the stories of his travel, for he had not departed with her healing camp from the willowwood.