Deepwood Weald immolation

For @Deirdre — also being vague about her appearance and potential injuries re: her previous thread.

It was with thunderous applause that Saga found her way in to the weald; she was a one-woman stampede as she crossed between the less-tangled foliage and delved in to the shadows. Her heart was racing, blood pumping like fire in her veins, and when she finally caught her breath and took stock of the situation, she had gone much further than she had anticipated.

The forest had somehow worked its way around her like a living entity with a mind of its own; she had not intended to go so deeply in to the murk-dark forest, although it provided a place of respite after having been exposed and vulnerable in the previous hours. Saga panted heavily as she perused the nooks and crannies of this strange and lively place; her wandering took her further north, and over the course of several hours she felt her pulse return to normal but not her anxiety levels — because she could not find a way out. There was darkness and life here, and it was so tangled it had become an entirely new obstacle for her to overcome. 

Saga was tired, hungry, and beginning to panic. So she did the only thing she felt she could do — lift her head and call pitifully for help.