Blackfeather Woods Departure

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Her time of grief was over. It was time for her to leave. Winter was coming soon, quite soon. She had lingered too long in these dark woods that is — was — her home. She needed not to remember this place as her home, for it would not be any longer. These people were her family, her distant family, family pushed aside for a new one to the South. She had no time for heartfelt and sorrowful goodbyes and farewells. Winter was coming, and she needed to leave.

The bone in her jaw was her mother's pelvis, as she suggested. It was large and strong with many places to inscribe a marking for a charm or curse. A part of her knew that the skull was more powerful, but her mother's skull belonged here. If she returned, when she returned, her mother's skull would have greater purposes than a monument to her mother. Yes, she would make sure of it.

The White Princess loped out of the border, pelvis in her jaw. Mongfionn followed, a leaf bundle in her talons. Potema walked south, her stride quick and urgent. She only stopped once, looking back at the dark forest. She blinked, and carefully laid the bone on the ground, tilting her head up to cry a farewell to her former family and pack before quickly gathering her things and moving on. She would be back. She saw it in her dreams. The time for mourning had passed.