It wasn’t odd for Keeva — now Butterflyglass, because these clan names sounded so adorable and she had wanted one too — to fall in love with the places she visited, it was only strange to see her stay. Usually she was a graceful, passing force, never there for too long, never growing truly attached, but Dayclan had a charm to it, as well as a community, and she had been meaning to settle down for a while. Perhaps it was the magic of the land, one that she viewed as strictly metaphorical. In their small stretch of land compared to all the places she had been, there seemed to be something more than all of them combined. Currently, she was scrounging the winter-frozen land for any leftover pieces of bone, face close to the ground, occasionally stopping to dig something, or nothing, up. She hummed as she worked, interrupted herself with a few words here or there. 

“Evening red and morning gray 
Sets the traveller on his way; 
Evening gray and morning red
Brings down rain upon his head.” 

Often, she would repeat the little rhymes she’d hear occasionally, kept them in a little storage container up in her brain and would repeat them out loud whenever it was too quiet or too boring. Her favourite were tongue-twisters. She stopped, leaning down suddenly to turn up a small, chipped piece of bone. It was one she hasn’t seen before, a thin and brittle thing, a vertebrae of some animal, not small enough to be any rodent she knew of. Butterflyglass shrugged, picked it up and simply moved on, continuing to hum along the way. She should find some place to store these all eventually.