Jade Fern Grove it rises with the fall.

Summer had not anticipated that he would be joined by another during his wanderings, but when he heard the voice breaking the quiet, he was not disappointed.  For a split second, he thought that it was Karveila.  The girl's coat was just as stark white as the messenger from Sedona.  The yearling quickly realized there was a great difference in their ages, but more obvious than that was the porcelain orb that stared out at him from out a single eye socket.  Karveila certainly didn't have that.


The Ostrega regarded the stranger's words for a moment before a faint smile twitched briefly upon his lips.  "No, unfortunately," he responded, dropping his gaze to regard the ferns that brushed against his elbows, "Finding a place to hide is not the problem.  Deciding whether or not to hide.. that's the real question."