Redhawk Caldera tarot flip

on one of the very rare occasions that @Ceridwin was not with her, chickadee woke one morning with very little pain and moved gingerly to the entrance of the den to peer outside. an afternoon of cold clouds had now brought in soft snow floating softly down.
chickadee blinked at this, venturing out. she knew she was home; all things had been restored to her, save for the details of that thing she had seen, mercifully blurred by her mind.
the girl caught a snowflake on her tongue and closed her eyes, savoring the simple pleasure of being finally upright.