we have a hope we must defend

The tell-tale caw of one of her ravens was what drew her out into these strange and ancient woods, similar to the oak forest by the bay but different. Verdant greens and reds painted this landscape in place of the dull greys of her homeland. This place smelled less like musty earth and more... antiseptic, the tang of it familiar on her soft palette from her time in her mother's healing room.

Despite the limp in her right hind leg from the oozing sore where she had knocked off a mushroom bumping against a stranger in the Armada marketplace, Morganna was in high spirits. Nothing was obstructing her view, nothing was blocking her ears and she could really absorb the sights of this place. It wasn't quite the same as the step-like trees of the mile-high woods, but the trees towered like ancient sentinels, sturdier than the bamboo that made up her home. It was a different sight than she had seen before and the girl drank it up like honey. Every new sight was worth savouring, and she wouldn't be satisfied until she had seen them all.

One bird landed on the ground in front of her, hopping a few steps forward and looking at her expectantly. They were intelligent creatures but she hadn't quite yet figured out what they wanted from her all the time. Her missing bird joined them, flying down from a branch overhead to land with it's friend, the birds chattering between themselves. She dropped her head and shoulders, intent on breaking up the reunion. Maybe if she could sneak close enough she could give them both a scare for leading her all the way out here without being clear about why they wanted her here.