Starlight and Stories

Gossamer finished her initial walk through of First Point's path, making sure all was in order and there were no immediate signs of predators that needed to be dealt with. The back of her neck was still sore but healing well from her battle with the grizzly bear. Eventually she'd need to change the poultice but for now it would suffice. She settled down on her haunches at the watch point, looking out into landscape below. Far in the distance she could see the sun settling down into the horizon, giving way for the stars above. So far, so good. She hadn't seen any more apparitions, though Dagrún had floated into her mind more than she cared for. She wrinkled her nose. What a brazen punk!

Gossy's ears twitched and she turned to see one of her young siblings, Kyanite arrive. The girl was quick to drop off some dinner. "Oh! Thanks, you didn't need to do that." The nature of the food as something of a peace offering was brought quickly to light as Kite asked her point blank if she really killed a wolf. Gossy froze, rather than the dire yearling she'd slayed in her first year, memories of her confrontation with Pyralis flooded to her mind. She could hear the laughter, taste the blood on her tongue. Everything went salty and metallic. Her mouth moved, but it took her a moment to find words. "Who told you that?"