Wild Berry Meadow foreign creature; gift is a burden

The woman's attention was plucked away from the wan by a bird swinging low over the two of them; a vulture. It seemed for a few moments that her attention was drawn away completely from the man, but when he finished speaking, her gaze snapped back to him. "fair enough,"  She mused, though she'd rather another story than a song; perhaps his own would reveal something. "what nature of tale do you want to hear?"  She'd seen a lot, but grown stagnant, grounded, and it was here she had come to experience more of life.