Lost Creek Hollow my skin has turned to porcelain, to ivory, to steel

The older female repeats her name, and then again, and Root simply nods to return the gesture.  She’s hesitant to speak for the other looks like there is words on the tip of her tongue, ready to spill over, and within a matter of seconds it proves to be true. Her ears cup forward when she’s inquired about her morning.  Root hadn’t really had time to think about it, glancing away from the other and to the water. She doesn’t have much of a routine yet in her new home but it doesn’t stop her from keeping herself busy.  She’s varied her tasks between patrols, back and forth to the opening of their home, and getting a lay of the land rather easily.  It would take time to get the map committed to memory but eventually it would turn around easily.

“I don’t know,” she tells her, glancing back to the woman as she considers the options.  “I’ve never had to start over before so it’s all new to me.”

Root may be just over a year old, coming upon two, but she’d been awfully set in her ways before her world had been turned upside down and she’d been left alone.  She doesn’t know exactly who might have survived the attack but her parents hadn’t and she’s convinced her sister hadn’t come out alive. When she’d left for a hunting trip, the last time she’d seen @Jazz had been with them.  Her head shakes the thought away as she takes a few steps away from the bank of the stream, turning to the clearing Ilya had come from.  

“What are your jobs here?” she asks, licking her lips now that they’ve dried from her drink.  “I had been a hunter before and I plan to gain it again here, once they know I’m worth it.”

I tagged Gerra only so she can see the slight backstory I wrote in.