Blackfoot Forest give me the souls and the flocks that you wish

he was her savior indeed - offering her more than just words, but food and water as well. she was elated, but too tired to show it; a brief smile spread across her pointed features, and she lifted off the earth to full height. he led her deeper in to the territory, but not too far - she cast a look around and saw the way out, in case this was a trap. 

mm, kindness. it is rare here. she mumbles this as she follows, her tired steps keeping her distanced from him. if he bade her to stop, she would do so. while she sat and waited, patient but wanting, she filled the air with idle chatter -- keeping the topic of her lord in the dark, for now. your home is... lovely. muddied by darkness, but not entirely. what light crept through the boughs was a redeeming quality. it was not like the mesa she had discovered when she first step foot here, but it was fine in its own ways.