Bramblepoint migrations

Familial mentions are purely NPC (for now).

Signs that Kimala had passed through were minimal at best, but Sitala was diligent. She tracked her all the way to the fringes of a forest, and it was there she found her pouting about something inconsequential. A brief conversation ensued—not that Sitala had any recollection to the contents now, being alone and adrift—but something she had said resonated with her youngest sister. Kimala agreed to return to the collective but she did not grant Sitala any further knowledge in to what had caused her flight.

It did not matter, all was well again.

Once Kimala was off again (sent back the way whence she'd come) it was time for the ghost to relax. She loitered beneath the creaking boughs of an old oak tree for a time, then decided to sojourn within the forest's heart. It was not a large area but it was new, and that pulled at her heart strings. Sitala poked her way along with her head bent low in study of the natural flora—most of which was covered in a heavy layer of snow, ice, or shadow—but it did not perturb her.