Hoshor Plains Feather's Fall Not Fly

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Heph travelled to the edge of the hunting grounds, unusual for her to seek out solitude when so many gathered and yet the pain wore on her wakefulness more than anticipated and it was difficult to sleep with the sound of so many others. She splayed out on a slight rise and allowed herself to observe. Raventhorpe had sent Rusalka, and no others, she might have thought it odd but she was in no state to journey fully even to their new territory nearby on the plateau so she supposed she might venture those questions later.

@Greyfalcon

:D

She herself, had been at the edges of territory, when a familiar scent picked up wind. It was quite the journey to this hunt, she was unaware of…. Until it was known.

She followed the scent, then she saw a dark relaxed figure among a small rise. Walking up slowly, greeting the woman. “Heph?” She said aloud, “is that you?” The feeling of a happy familiarity, was this indeed the woman she spoke with moons before? When the keep was the home of now Raventhorpe?

If this was her, she looked so…. tired and worn. As if she fought a fight she barely won.