The Sunspire your story walks ahead of you

caw wags his tail, glancing over his shoulder to return syrma's grin as he trots in a tight circle near the base of the cliff. he has not gone this way yet! hopefully he will be successful this time, especially with an extra set of eyes to help.

giving a cheerful nod in return to her words, caw sets his nose to the dirt and snuffles off, searching for the lavender he is certain must be here somewhere. there is no need to call to vrána; surely she has heard all of their conversation already. she has always been good at listening in, even when caw does not necessarily want her to. she is already wheeling above both of them as he begins to nose around the cliff's edge, keeping his blood-red gaze set on the edge of the cliffside and surrounding brush as they all settle down to search. he will leave the hills to syrma and vrána for now! and even if they do not find much here, there is always plenty left of the faerie court to look through.