History is before us

It had been about a month since the tiny egg had hatched and the sooty grey ball of fluff looked decidedly more bird like now, even if it was the smallest bird Morganna had ever seen, kinda like her dad's owl but in miniature. Her raven's had been quite approving of the little birds attempts to leave the nest, flapping her tiny wings and even managing a small glide. It was an attempt to help the little bird learn her wings that had Morganna tromping through the brush towards the sound of running water, muttering under her breath about ungrateful little orphan eggs and keeping a weather ear out for the puppy like chirping the little bird liked to make.

They had been at the Armada for quite a while now and she knew her mum planned on taking them back to Tojo before the first snows fell and got them stuck there for the winter, so she was making the most of her time in the north to check out new scouting opportunities. Sure she had maybe been gone for more than a night now, but she was sure her dad was somewhere nearby and Chips or Kuzu hadn't showed up to rawk at her to get home yet. It was fine, right?

What she hadn't noticed was that she had stumbled clear over a well-marked border in her search for her little owl. With the light failing and the glow of a newly sprouted mushroom obscuring her sight in one eye, the sound of distant falls in her ears called her closer. She had been far too curious to see what that sound was all about, while she had all her hearing. The mushrooms seemed to grow worse in the fall, she could only assume they would do the same when spring finally rolled around. She hadn't actually managed to see one yet.