Blackfeather Woods Think of those autographs I'll sign: Good luck to ya'

@Potema I want this thread and I want it to stay in the time it was first written :P

Alone was short a word to describe what it felt to be in Blackfeather Woods after all the tragedy it had suffered. Damien had detached from his young self and had fallen deep enough to be numb to feelings. He had crafted that strategy himself through the time, after abandonment, loss and pain he had become immune to feeling, or at least he tried.

Potema was back from Hag Fen, and Damien had been there to welcome her home but all the memories that remained were of her leaving him, right after mother died. He wasn't sure if he even wanted to feel happy she was back.

Damien followed his sister's scent through the woods with one thing in mind, to see whether she was actually back or if she had plans to return to her new temple. He walked across the muddy swamp behind her, walking in silence without minding if she noticed him. It would be however she wanted it to be.