Ravensblood Forest and iron filling her lungs

for @Nemisis

the early tresses of morning was cloudy when praimfaya slipped out of sagtannet to do a bit of exploring; and remains so even as she knows the sun rises and the shadows of night are chased away. she finds herself wandering to the coast without much reason for it but content to let her paws pick her path regardless. a sweep of frostbound gaze is given to taken in the ravensblood; the call of the namesake birds perched upon the branches, the red sap that the trees were excreting. she pauses to sniff at it, noting that beneath the tang of the trees it smells sweet. reigning in her worst temptation to try the sap she pushes forward into the heart of the forest; cautious as ever.

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