Hoshor Plains gentlelady

with @Kirain, lestan left behind the creek and went out across the mountains. it was easy going for a time until spring storms began to drench the sunspire. a dismal lack of light and fleeing prey might have slowed them.
but at last out into the buttery light of a spring moon they came to the flatlands, to a gilded field studded with the broad dark shapes of bison.
the cornflower eyes turned toward kirain now. what had she made of their trek?