Ashes, ashes, we all fall down

*Iolaire* · (This post was last modified: 11-23-2019, 06:45 AM by Iolaire.)

Here she was, back in the god damn bird paradise. The sound was deafening, as usual and so she stuck to the outskirts for the most part. Ah, but order to get to the good herbs, she'd have to tread into the muck and mire. Great. Fine. Let's go.

Dainty paws picked their way over the marshy area. Having started her life in what amounted to a swamp, Iolaire had honed her wetland traversing skills. She stepped from tussock to tussock, keeping her snow dipped toes damn near dry. She was good at this sort of thing, she mused. Two-toned eyes of gold and sickly green were kept peeled, ever on the lookout for the elusive herbs that would pad her healing stock. Not just healing, really, but that's the face that she showed the outside world.

Suddenly, the bird calls shuddered. Some went silent while others screeched in alarm. The minuscule dame stopped in her tracks, obsidian ears flicking forward. Danger for them might mean danger for her as well. After all, last time she was here, she'd met Sirius, his vulture and his big cat. It wouldn't do to meet the same on this trip. She imagined luck might be on her side only once. The woman's head lowered and she crept silently into some long grass and reeds. Her back was to an overhanging tree, its branches draped in moss and lichen. This would do for now until she figured out just what had set the disgusting avians off course.

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