Blackfeather Woods I remember there was mist...

Potema thought of it for a while. Would Mother be fine with this? Her mother had been very worried the first few days, curled around her as she lapsed in and out of unconsciousness; but now that she was awake and moving, her surveillance was growing lax. Perhaps she would not mind her walking around the den; she was going to be with her brother after all. "Sure." She said, getting up. She felt like an old woman, her limbs stiff after laying down for so long. The princess shook her limbs one by one, putting pressure on each of them, before she felt ready. "Let's go then."