Blacktail Deer Plateau return from byzantium

For @Lasher!

He returned to the Plateau for the most part uneventfully and always without fanfare. And by the time he had returned there, Mordecai had stowed away most of the emotions and thoughts that had plagued him on his return from the Bay. Somewhere along the way he had freely washed sea salt from his body, perhaps even gave chase after a marmot or two emerging from their own cavernous homes. Spring was rolling in swiftly to the Wilds and for a moment, he did not find this event all that pleasant.

The terrain of the plateau was a sort he did not favor; a slippery, muddy mess of stone and roots as they entangled what earth they could keep and attempted to trip his steady climb upward into a crawl. Naturally he had taken a less traveled pathway up just for the sake of tiring himself, for the challenge, and found as he had reached the top that it had done its job. But it left him muddy and that was something Mordecai decided he would live with. He had no intentions of another icy dip in runoff from the swelling streams. He did however, after several minutes more of travel, come to pause alongside one of those very streams. Yet another drink was at hand.

voice of the seven woods — return from byzantium