Jade Fern Grove walter under the bridge

@Rosalyn

She had a new sense of duty these days. Since Sriracha offered her a role of leadership, she’d felt a weird sense of pressure. Their numbers were small, still, and she knew the lot of them couldn’t hold a big place down so they were often together. Between the few of them, though, they might make it out to the other side and Ocra just hoped she was able to help them all along. She knew she was somewhere between young and not old but where she fit in wasn’t clear as it should be and she felt even more lost each day.

Most of the time she was able to find her friends in the middle of the territory where they had set up camp but this day, she managed to travel north of the territory and roam here. She didn’t necessarily linger on the borders as she might have if only to mark them, but she poked around here and there to gather a few herbs that might still be around before the winter hits. She’d come from farther south where the winters were sometimes mild, and she had no idea what to expect her.

It was only with a mouth full of herbs that she was satisfied and begin to reevaluate where she stood in her own home.