Nova Peak Pärry

Peace. A meeting. She had agreed.
Still, in the night Ayovi takes to the land in radiant disquiet so that all around, mile on mile, will breeze with the scent of the mountain.
Once she had been naive to the rush of usurpers. Now she anticipates every feint, every threat that she knows.
Haloed under moonlight, the huntress stalks out across the empty plains, leaving her tread.