Northstar Vale Aumetra the witch.

There were a dozen reasons why Towhee ought to go visit Mereo, though she hadn’t been able to bring herself to make the a trip back there yet. If she started to feel guilty about it, she would reason with herself: she was old, decrepit and still technically in recovery. There was nothing stopping those more able-bodied from coming to visit her here if they wanted to see her.

Of course, she wasn’t actually very old or decrepit, though she did feel her age this morning as she left the warmth of her den and ventured into the frosty morning. It felt like every single bone in her body creaked (she could feel if not hear it), plus her muscles felt like obdurate stones.

It was nothing a steady lap around the vale couldn’t fix. It wasn’t long before her muscles warmed into pliability and her skeleton no longer felt like it was comprised of rust. Feeling downright limber now, Towhee began to climb, keen to patrol the outer perimeter today.