Blackfeather Woods There is definitely something rotten in the state of Camazotz

Her suspicions increase, but there is nothing to confirm it. She merely takes the answers given — barely answers, really — and nods. I'll be on my way. Thank you, She supposes those were the kindest words these women have heard in a long time. She raises herself up, readying to leave. Before she can squeeze out through the hole, one of the girls, the dark one that was hiding, asks her a question. It stings her, an arrow to her heart. Once this place was home to her, sanctuary. Even after her scars, the passing of her Mother, and the betrayal of her step-Father, she considered this forest the once place she could feel safe and at home. But now, with her stomach rounded by her brother's seed, she can only find one word to describe the place. She looks at the girl sadly, shaking her head. This is Hell, of course, She leaves then unable to speak much of it any longer.