Gathering - Small Fossils
5 rounds needed
Slipping through the winding passages of the gorge Naudir marveled at the sheer silence around her. She could hear the way the wind twisted through the passages, each new twist changing its tone and playing the earth like an organ. Here in the canyons there was shade, offering a blessed relief from the swelling, heaving heat of the day that threatened to bake her into madness when she'd first wandered into the west. This was not an area she intended to stay in but her restless nature made it impossible for her to stay still. Naudir moved quietly through with no goal in particular while her pair of ravens flew over head, one black, one white. They occasionally broke the crest of the canyons, giving her directions, guiding her toward something though she was uncertain what.
