Hushed Willows Comedy

Her wanders in bad weather had again brought her to trees. This time, the droopy willows had provided a particularly Fantasia-esque setting for her to rest under. Speaking of, she was lounging. After the brief bit of entertainment that came from the tyrant queen, things had calmed down and now she was pretty bored. Sigh.  There were only so many days that she could go without finding someone to talk to -- though now that she had recognized this area of the world, she hadn't exactly had much luck having good conversations the first time around. Yes, she'd finally recognized the Teekons, though she had previously been on the opposite side of these mountains.  She'd get there eventually, but not today. Today was a day of rest since her work was done.

Next to her was the almost entirely devoured corpse of a hare -- most of what was left was just bones, but for now Skydance had decided to rest, digest, and maybe she'd go back to the bones while waiting for the next inevitable break in the storm. For now she was licking the last bit of pink from her paws and muzzle, watching the world go by around her.