Porcupine Ridge turquoise blade

whenever! <3

"@Sparrow." her words wreathed in lily-scent, and the soft petals tumbled from her coat, evidence of a pleasant frolicking in the glades above their shadowland.

a pheasant fell from her mouth, already half-plucked. only the down truly remained to be removed. muskrat sank down to watch the boy, motioning for him to eat. "how leg?" there was still no healer among them; he must mend on his own.