Private for Zalen 
Back dated to the 16th of July. Sorry if it's a bit short.
The morning air was crisp and cool, soft zephyrs blew through the lands, causing the leaves of the tall maple trees to flutter and dance with the breeze. In the leafy canopy of the five pointed foliage small birds chirruped and tweeted, calling to the dawn, announcing that it was time to awaken. They perched in the high branches, singing joyfully as the sun rose, bringing light to the recently dark sky. Soon the blue light of morning was all around, small flowers began to open, little blue and purple specks dotted amongst the green forest floor and the gnarled tree roots. Rabbits crept from their burrows, small noses sniffing the air tentatively, twitching as they tested each new scent in the area. Slowly they emerged, hopping about the place, nibbling at small grass shoots that were emerging from the forest floor. The stars blinked away as the sky lightened, giving way to the morning, small white clouds drifted across the sky lazily, perhaps not quite awake, despite the dawn.
Through all of this an ebony shape walked slowly, rummaging in a leather satchel at it's side. This figure was Soran, the obsidian lady had been been walking for quite some time, having only just met with Taleisin she was hoping to return to Cours De Miracles, he had reminded her once again of how important her family had become to her, she wished to see them as soon as she was able, her little great-grandchildren and her tall and handsom grandson, she wished to see them all, she wanted to get to know them better, she was on a present-gathering mission, but she needed to know what it was that they might like. She came to a stop and perched herself on a tree root that was particularly large and was standing rather proud of the forest floor beneath it. The tall fae stretched her lithe limbs out before her, crossing on ankle across the other, she gave a lazy yawn, covering her mouth with a dark hand. Then she went back into her satchel, rummaging in it, taking her old writing slate from it, she had been given it by Phasma a long time ago, it was moderately heavy, but she had never minded the weight, it was a fair size, although it was very slim. From her pouch she also produced some chalk, with her well practised handwriting she began to make out a list, a list of all of her family members, checking off each one as she came to them, a small tick next to those who she had found and a large question mark next to those who were still missing. All of her children and two of her grandchildren were marked with a question mark, this made the ebony female's heart sad, it was awful to be without her children, it was true that she had abandoned them in her youth but now she wanted to make amends... She was beginning to fear that it was too late, with a heavy sigh she rubbed her emerald eyes, her thumb instinctively running down the long scar on the right of her muzzle.
