Meadowlark Prairie i'm getting older

I had fun!! Thank you for the thread

and like a wisp on the wind, the dove was gone, taking wing to a sister in some distant field. 

qiao peered after the darting form, her mouth moving in quiet whispers; a charmspell that the girl would be safe on her journey, and perhaps a whisper to the fates to pull their strings close together once again. 

then she too took to the road, fast as the receding blueberry in the opposite direction.