The Sentinels Wander

Cinna had wandered far from the caldera — something within her made her wander, but she didn't know what it was yet. She was almost fully mature by now, and she would soon be entering her first heat. As she travelled along the coast, she thought of Teya; did the Raven wonder what had happened to her? She thought of turning back, but the fact of the matter was, she was quite lost, and had no idea how to get back to Brecheliant.

the charred forest had become a kind of a home to the nomad, who'd often traverse its shaded paths and admire the still-standing black giants.

the proximity of packs made things awkward, yes, but he'd learned to still his singing when the wind shifted out his favour.

or, at least, he was in the process of learning.

this tune was hummed as the bard ambled along a deerpath, bits and branches tugging at his corded coat and eventually ending up attached to the same. like at most times, he let his mind remain devoid of thoughts, enjoying his simple existence.

the humming carried itself throughout the woods.