The light in the forest is sunlight-gold at this time of day, and not the silvered moonlight that she prefers to hunt by.
Still, it does not necessarily matter.
Her bow is in hand, and the goddess Ceinwen, the Huntress, twin to Cernan of the Wood, stands at the edge of her grove, looking skyward toward the sound of wings. An arrow is notched to the bowstring, and her hand is light but sure on the fletching as she draws it slightly.
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Still, it does not necessarily matter.
Her bow is in hand, and the goddess Ceinwen, the Huntress, twin to Cernan of the Wood, stands at the edge of her grove, looking skyward toward the sound of wings. An arrow is notched to the bowstring, and her hand is light but sure on the fletching as she draws it slightly.
"Stand forth and be seen!"
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Raven, who is currently sitting on a tree branch and looking remarkably careless, grins at Ceinwen.
"It is almost not what I might have expected."
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"You do not belong here, winged one."
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"That, I am thinking, is not so much for you to say."
He drops neatly to the ground, coattails flying behind him, and paces toward Ceinwen.
There is little of care in his manner.
This is possibly not a surprise.
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