Blackfeather Woods jasmine

Back dated ~2 weeks ago.

Ocracoke does not move from the glen—she often doesn’t move from a 50 yard perimeter—but today her legs ache in restlessness. She’d been kept inside cave after cave with nowhere to go for months. Blackfeather Woods may offer the openness and freedom outside of a mountain but her lack of eyesight makes it difficult to utilize. She’ll never be able to do things she used to do; she’ll never be able to hunt or run or get around without relying on someone else. And not having someone else to rely on consistently hasn’t made things any easier for her.
 
Unable to do what she wants sets her back and she knows she won’t be able to take care of any children she’s carrying—not that she wants to either, she has to often remind herself—and surely the leader will have them killed. They will likely seek their death, as she is already a drain on their resources themselves, what will more hungry mouths do? Especially after another has given birth just over a month ago.
 
She follows the familiar path, a dirt wall to her right until she finds the end of a creek to her left, moving so her feet are touching the soft, wet ground. If she stays close, she can get back with no trouble, but she still takes slow and careful steps as her gaunt form moves along the flowing water.a