Wild Berry Meadow or in our eyes, every time they meet

@Osiris - is it ok if this is slightly backdated?

it'd been a long time -- too long, in fact -- since the blackbird had freely stretched her legs. the ranger in her had clamored for weeks for new adventure; the scout in her wished for new vistas and long miles.

astara found herself in a meadow she had not seen since her childhood. taken aback by the sudden familiarity of the landscape, the blackbird hung her head low and began to curiously scent the area for game.