Dagmær still wasn't quite herself but she was recovering from her run in with… well, whoever the hell it had been. Her memory was still foggy and she couldn't quite decide if the memory was a good one or a bad one but Birna had found her wandering listlessly through the the deserts of the West but no matter how hard she tried Dagmær could not remember how she'd gotten there. She was sure she hadn't just been wandering. She'd been hunting. Why the hell would she hunt in a desert? She remembered a bird though… a black and white bird that shimmered like a subtle jewel in the rippling sun.
The girl turned her head at her aunts call. She didn't really feel like going to a meeting right now but she knew she couldn't just skip this one and so tired and frustrated she got to her feet and joined the gathering.
