Blackfeather Woods Dark past, white coat

 The girl asked her how it was like living here. "Different I guess," she answered, shrugging. Lusa wasn't as good at councling as Bruke was, so the answer wasn't so confident. "It gets getting used to, but it's not that hard." It wasn't so hard for her to warm up to thi place. She knew from the very beginning she would fit in. And she had.

 It seemed from the other female's words she wasn't so sure about this place. "Over time, you may find your way in the weavings. One way or another."