Gyrfalcon's Keep trust like that is not freely given

One might anticipate the light of the sun to be an inviting thing, a warm and welcome aspect to the passage of time. It was not so for everyone. Light was a violent, volatile thing; or maybe she was the violent thing, projecting something to the world outside of the meat-suit that housed her. She smelled something fresh and earthy which did not align with the terrain that she crossed, a vibrance, like the coming of rain. There was salt in the air but not a single cloud — wishful thinking, then.

This was not how she liked to travel. She had always thought that the practicality of darkness was much more valuable, but there was only so far one could go before meeting the edge of the world. In such a space she was exposed. A crimson shape against a backdrop of something far more natural. She did not belong here, in the light.

When she stopped she was trailing the darkness of a cave. It opened like a great maw, and something stirred inside of it. The shape of the opening rose around her like an iris of black, and she was the inquisitive pupil at the center. Inquisitive, but not curious — she felt nothing as she looked in to the dark save for a certain... familiarity.