Melissa Sun-Chaser pushes her wing muscles to the utmost as she flies toward the caern of the Mother's Open Hands. **Faster...gotta get there in time!**
The large black bird flaps awkwardly to land in the Bawn, reverting to a sweaty, stumbling dark-haired woman as she does. She leans against a nearby tree, panting heavily as she tries to clear her sweat-soaked hair from her face. **Njall...gotta find Njall....**
She stumbles a few steps, then grabs on to the nearest firm object for support, trying to catch her breath.