Cedar Sweep Whetstone Nails

@Fury

Paeon wandered into the Cedar Sweep looking for a place to rest after her vigorous run earlier that day. She strolled deeper into the woods and found that the trees changed from the Golden Glade's sugar maples to the Cedar Sweep's stately cedars. She let her eyes wander up to the trees sweeping limbs as she hummed a tune to herself. A Hero Comes Home

Then as the trees began to thin she came across the riverbank. Picking up her speed from a walk to a trot she made her way to the water's edge and lowered her head for a drink. After taking her fill a stone caught her attention. A smooth sleek stone. Dunking her head into the water she pulled out the stone and carried it to the bank.

After setting it down and shaking the excess water from her head, she began to file her nails along it. Like a warrior sharpening their blades on a whetstone. Focused on her task she began to sing to herself. "Just wait though wide she may roam. Always a hero comes home. She goes where no one has gone.  But always a hero comes home."