Wild Berry Meadow in den Weiden werden unsere Träume klingen

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maybe @Aries?

she is careful, pulling berries from the greenery with conscious grace, moving slowly as not to tear the scabs that cling to the underside of her throat. the shadow longs for the hunt, the taste of something still-warm and well-won. the healing tissue grows stronger, but she knows better than to subject it to the vigour of a hunt. 

she had left the earth-bound spirit that was her companion early that morn, though would be certain to return. a life-debt was owed, and binding the pair even more tightly was the intrigue the sylph sparked in the wraith, the kind that had her content simply to watch the way she moved, the practiced way in which @Awenfen tended to her, the ethereal lilt of her voice.