Dahozhoni Meadow arco

@Eset to join, visibility for @Soto

the moonlight painted the meadow in silver, a pale glow brushing over the tips of wild grasses as saya crouched in the shadows of the brush. her sac, carefully crafted and slung over her slender shoulders, hung heavy with its burden. two hares lay within—one a muted brown, its fur still pristine save for the faint sheen of moonflower poison sprinkled over it, and the other intended to fill her own belly when the night grew longer.

the meadow was silent save for the occasional rustle of the wind and the soft chirp of insects. her gaze swept over the open field, sharp and unwavering, seeking any sign of movement. she had heard whispers, rumors of witches who wandered these parts under the cover of darkness, their steps as silent as shadows.

she stayed still as stone, her breath shallow, her legs aching from the crouched position she held. still, she did not move, her resolve ironclad. every flick of her ears and shift of her lavender eyes held purpose. tonight, she would wait for her prey—an encounter with a witch, a sliver of hope she clung to as tightly as the straps of her sac.

time stretched thin, and the weight of soto's expectations pressed down upon her. she would not fail. not again. the poison-laced hare was her lure, and she was the hunter. tonight, she would succeed, or she would die trying.