Calliope was off on another adventure, which left Finch rather pitifully alone. She didn't like to think about it like that, but it was patently true. The Raid Queen was really the only friend she'd made here so far, even if the word "friend" was a bit of a stretch. Finch had decided to make the most of her time in Raider territory by busying herself, ever a slave to productivity, and today she skirted the edge of the Vericona Plains. Tall grasses blew in a blustery spring wind, creating a pleasant swishing sound across the open field. It reminded her in some ways of the Range that Avalon laid claim to. Struck by the thought, Finch stopped and paused to admire the scenery and think about home.

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pythia

For a blind girl, Pythia walked almost languidly over the plains. Anywhere else, she would not be so comfortable walking so openly, but here it was different. Here was home. One howl away from rescue if she ever needed it. Not that anyone would be stupid enough to try and take her. Pythia was anything but frail. Vericona Plains had become one of her fondest places to spend her afternoons. Even as the lingering scent of fear attempted to blind her further, she prevailed.

Following underlying notes of parsley and rosemary, Pythia wandered. Long steps carefully avoid rocks and old stumps. Recent rains made the pathways thinner, waterways clogging up the land threatening to cover her precious white fur brown. She passes a prickly yarrow plant that scrapes along her shins, requesting attention. Why not turn the rather dull into a herb gathering trip? As she plucks a sprig of yarrow, her ears tune into the sound of another.

"Who goes there?" Pythia requests, ethereal voice soft, yet stern.

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