Corbie dropped the travois poles off her shoulder straps and stretched with a sigh of pleasure. The items carefully packed onto the hide stretched across the travois poles were trade goods she was bringing to one of the nomadic tribes that still scattered over the lands, not quite packs or official bands but more like loose conglomerates of loners. Mostly woven wool products and mead - they weren't shepherds, and as she knew from experience mead wasn't an easy thing to brew while living a nomadic lifestyle, so Avalon's goods had always been in demand with these particular nomads. She had high hopes of being able to make some good trades with them if they were still in the camp she'd last heard from them.

For now though, she'd come a long ways from home and she was quick to set the travois up against a hefty tree to keep it dry while she gathered wood for a fire. Using the iron blade set into her bracers, she cut feather-like strips out of the bigger pieces until she had a good amount of secondary tinder to go with the fluffy, dried moss out of her tinder kit, then used a dulled part of the blade to scrape against the flint, held pinned with her paw poised over the moss, until a spark caught and began to smolder, then flame up. She carefully nursed the little flame, adding the feather sticks and then twigs, then successively larger sticks until she could add logs.

With the fire crackling merrily now, she began rummaging through the "camp" part of her pack as she waited for it to burn down enough for a coal base for the tea kettle that Ayer was even now setting up. Ren wasn't back from scouting yet, but Corbie wasn't worried. The dog would be able to follow the scent and sight of the fire to where they'd set up camp.

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The cream woman was resting silently, before the scent of a fire caught her attention, the night before drained Identification from her encounter with Erebos. The thought of him caused her to smile. Dusk was setting in slowly, as she rose up. Stretching out. A quick shake of her frame allowing the loose dust to shift from her.

She found herself within the Grapevine Cathedral, and a Cathedral it was. Soon another came into veiw, her companion fluttered close by, swooping ahead and dancing above the stranger, looking at the fire with interest. Before flying back to Fic. Fic chuckled softly as the hummingbird came to rest upon a white tipped ear.

Another of white came into veiw with a soft charcoal hue melted in almost picture melted with crayon. She called out a tender greeting, "Care for company?"

Corbie had just finished pulling out her ground cloth - a sturdy hide that had been well treated with oil to be waterproof - and a bowl when a voice called out to her gently. She glanced up, surprised but with a welcoming smile directed at the younger stranger. "Of course! We are always happy to have guests," she told the stranger, not hesitating at all to pull out a second ground cloth and bowl that would have been Ren's, had the dog not been away. Ayer the kinkajou already had the kettle filled and swung over the fire where it was cheerily steaming, almost ready for the packet of herbs to go in. "Please, make yourself comfortable," Corbie went on, spreading the cloth by the fire. "Could I offer you some tea?"

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The woman had her own companion nearby, resembling a mix between a monkey and a bear. Tilting her head, Fic's coastas hummingbird appeared intrigued by this kinkajou and flew over to it, perching lightly on its tail. The hummingbird greeted the kinkajou, who then flew back to Identification and settled on its companion's ear - his favorite spot, as always. His head, with a violet hue, moved back and forth between the identified female known as Identification and then to the unknown female, but he was grateful to be able to rest once more. A friendly and swift bird, the purple color complemented the moss and ivory tones of his body.

The other lady had begun to speak to Identification. "I am sorry, my name is Identification. I go by Fic also. And this is Violet." A tender smile was offered to the other. The hummingbird swung back over towards the kinkajou and the other woman. Fic had left a tender laugh out. "Please do not mind him, it's his way of saying hello." Fic stated, as the bird took perch neck to the kinkajou, singing out to the animal.

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"Corbie Silverwind," she introduced herself in return, watching with a smile Ayer's started reaction to the hummingbird's friendliness. "And this is Ayer. It's a pleasure to meet you both." After a moment of thought, she dug back into her pack for the jar of honey and another bowl, thinking that she could offer the little hummingbird honey water rather than tea, out of politeness. Eyeing the friendly bird warily, Ayer swung the now-heated kettle off the fire and poured a small amount neatly into the third bowl as Corbie added a dollop of honey, then tossed the herb packet into the kettle to steep while the honey dissolved. "So are you traveling through, or is this beautiful place where you call home?" Corbie asked Fic curiously. Corbie rarely found time to make her way so far south, herself, but when she did she always appreciated the diversity and beauty of the southern continent, so different from the gentle farmlands she lived in now

The stranger offered her name. Corbie Silverwind and Ayer. Storing it for later use. It was a pleasure to meet the both of them, Identification gave a gentle chuff to her small bird. As if stating manners to Violet. Something Violet knew but also ignored. Rarely ever giving anyone space, the bird enjoyed everything. The scent of honey traveling, and making the bird dance closer. Fic drew her attention back to Corbie.

"I am a wander right now, trying to find my place within this world. This place though tends to call to the heart, does it not?" It was a beautiful spot, somewhere that she could possibly find herself located a lot, until summer came full swing, not knowing if she'd be able to deal with the humidity. Her tail danced around behind her frame.

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Corbie tilted her head back, eyes part slitted as she studied the canopy above them. She could imagine what this place must look like in full summer - already majestic now, she could see it would be quite imposing in leaf, and likely quite imposing with it dripping in heavy grapes. "Yes," she agreed, "Places like this do really call to you. My pack raises livestock and crops, so this sort of land isn't ideal for us to live in, but it's a wonderful place to visit when I've the time to get away. Our orchard is a bit like this, but wilder, less grand. The feral little brother," she added with humor. "This is a better place than most to be a wanderer. Have you been traveling long?"

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Truth was for Identification, she enjoyed the lands she came to know as Auster. Especially the Grapevine Cathedral, it was a sight to see that was for sure. Flecks of the evening light seeping down threw the branches and leafs. "Sounds verry interesting, especially the livestock. What kind, I mean if you do not mind me asking at all." Identification asked Corbie with a tender and genuine smile.

"Mind your manners Violet." As the bird flew back to Fic, beady eyes looking towards the others. It was a lovely evening that was for sure, as she sat there enjoying the small talk with the other woman. It was good to have company honestly. The scent of steeping tea became more delicious and Violet rested, awaiting his meal from the lovely woman before him.

"Speech!"