Northstar Vale The Hunt

With nothing more to say, Vanity just waited.
Taking the moment to look down into the treetops of the vale.
Watching the life in them. A mere bystander.

A flock of birds lifted from a patch of trees, rising high before swooping back down to their next roosting spot. Probably for the night as the sun was now on its downward spiral to cast the lands id deep oranges and long shadows.
Her eyes drew back to the vale. A place she'd likely never enter. 

Aiolos finished speaking. She nodded to him and gave the youth another grim smile.
And left.