Qeya River cave

tysm for starting!!

Bryony had just come from admiring her reflection in a still pond. Though the lighting was not ideal, she could still tell that one of her eyes had started to look a little different than the other. Mami had assured her this was normal, but the little dove kept track of the change regardless. She quite liked her face the way it was -- why must it change at all?

Pondering this, she walked a familiar footpath until catching a trail of one of the older Riverchildren. Oh! Bryony felt eager to investigate. The "big" kids were practically minor gods; she, the pining mortal. A few weeks made a huge difference at this stage, and she wouldn't dare miss the opportunity to study and imitate these less intimidating mini-adults.

She circled the fresh scent, starting in several directions before finding the right way. By the time she arrived, she found Darrow emerging from beneath a gargantuan tree, ruffled and beaming. Bryony yipped to him, hungry for his attention though still too shy to approach without hesitation. Did yew falled? she asked, tilting her head curiously.