Epiphany
Proverbs 17:9
The shadowy woman felt none of the foreboding that her mortal companions seem to pick up. Perhaps because the utter silence of the woods reminded her of home. A longing, a yearning for Groth-Lakkar and its silent shadows because even this place shrouded in death and filled only with the life of Elodin's party were still nosier than the place where shadows lie.
Her eyes shifted up to the falcon and dismissed it as an animal. But then, Lacuna hadn't spent enough time in Prime woods to realize how odd it was to see one animal and no others. Elodin's nervous orders are a bit surprising and she glanced his way to be sure. She saw the ferocity on his face, some of the desperation he'd felt a year ago when he and his people had crossed worlds to come here. Something was missing, a clue, a cue, an indicator of why that falcon needed to die. Something was missing from her ability to see this world the way he did. But in the end, she didn't need to see to obey.
Lacuna already had her bow out, already had an arrow nocked for the next surprise. If a falcon wasn't what she'd anticipated, well, that made it a surprise and it was easily enough dealt with.
Shrouded in her cloak, Lacuna simply raised her bow, sighted down on the fleeing bird and loosed her arrow. She drew another arrow and prepared to fire just in case the first missed, though a year of practice had revealed she had a natural talent for aim.