Demadria blinked the sleep from her eyes and stifled a yawn as she traipsed down the well beaten path from her family's caves to the outskirts where harpy territory blended in with the surrounding forest. The fires of the evening before were dying down to glowing embers that warmed her, the morning air was crisp, the sun was just beginning to rise, casting glorious colored rays across the sky but it hadn't had time to lift away the cold of the night before. She shivered, grateful for the feathered capelet that held in some of her body heat. A large woven basket was clenched between her teeth, swaying awkwardly.
It was still early spring and although the forest was beginning to come alive around them again, food was still scarce. She was heading out to forage berries as well as edible and fungus to bring home. The hunters were up and about, as well as other foragers, and the ever present guards. She chirruped a sleepy greeting whenever she encountered one of her sister's headed out to begin the days work. She herself was to meet up with one of the Flock's newly admitted members, a hippogryph named Miela, and teach her the ropes. Demadria was a little nervous, she had been with the flock her entire life and wasn't used to meeting new people, but Miela seemed kind and Dema wanted to help smooth her transition into the flock lifestyle. She imagined it must be somewhat of a culture shock, she couldn't imagine ever leaving the flock and having to learn a new way of doing things.
Finally arriving at the meeting place, Demadria set her basket down by the base of the tall twisted tree and settled in to wait for Miela to arrive.
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