nice to meet you

The north was a different place in the summertime, it was incredibly green and fertile. Like nothing the frozen north sounded. Poem chuckled to herself as she went out scouting. Leaving Sparhawk’s side wasn’t easy now that she had him back but they all had their duties and she would not shirk hers. The woman was out, scouting for general information as well as keeping an eye out for anything that could aid in her classes.

On white paws she waded through thick grasses through the polar sound, blue and lavender eyes scanning the horizon for anything interesting, anything she could take back to Abaven. After losing so much through the cursed long night Poem wanted to throw herself into her work so she didn’t have to think too much.