Cerulean Cape Sea & Moon, I pray to thee

Wraen's little caravan had spent longer at the Sentinels than she had initially anticipated. The very hard walk from the Sun Mote copse was still vivid in her memory and, even though her heart yearned for a change in the scenery yet again, she did not feel bold enough to be on the road. The weather was treating them nicely up until now, food was still plentiful for her to hunt and sustain herself, and she somewhat guiltily hoped that just maybe this state of little paradise would last all through winter. 

Weeks passed and Wraen could not longer ignore the change in the winds. Day after day she observed birds of passage leaving the lands that let them flourish during the spring and summer, she noticed the gradual change in the colour of leaves and, how despite the considerably warm days, nights grew longer and colder. One particular night she woke up to see the first frost covering the grounds and the fact that she was cold.  Not wishing to wake up her companions, she left them quietly and walked along the shores to warm herself up. 

By the time she had reached the narrow passing over Totoka river, the moon had risen high already, and she wondered, if she should return to her comrades.  But a beautiful voice that sang in the night drew her attention, moved something deep within her heart. And she could not help, but tip her head back and reply to this call with a song of her own.