Emberwood Now there's nothing at all that can keep us apart.

A singing lark stole Bhediya's attention. Yeah, the Flatlands, she muttered, It's, uh... It had been her assumption that most small birds would have long deserted the Wilds. She wondered if he was looking for someone, or maybe waiting for a companion's return. 

Bhe turned back to Ibis, sharing an apologetic glance. Blackfeather Woods. It's just over the range, really. If Ibi was up for it, she would have been more than happy to make a return trip someday. I think you'd like her, actually. Very interesting. 

As far as I could tell, which wasn't very far at all, their group is doing alright. How are we doing, though? I feel like I'm only home for minutes at a time.