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In the cool of the afternoon, she wafted through the leafy forest halls, carefree. Ravenflight; the wind. And it was there, she would find Brd. The quiet stag.
The feathered does voice echoed through to him. She would speak without words.

Humming a tune so pleasant that only he would hear, she weaved around him a few times, stirring the leaves on the ground and canopy.
"Stay strong child. You'll get there...."
And in a quiet moment,

the feathered does spirit was gone again.

Merry Christmas, eyestrain.
The song is very special to me. it reminded me of a time when Ravenflight was at peace with the world.
I hope you can feel it too.

(You may also know me as "Arrowcrest", the forest monk C: )