The Bracken Woods ride on through the night ride on

"Sorry to wake you," she said genuinely, prepared to move on to allow the other to get back to her slumber-- but despite her yawning, it seemed the fiery stranger wished to continue the conversation. Rook had no complaints; she was a social creature, and the solitude was already making her paranoid. "Sort of," she answered. "They're nomads, and I'll probably meet up with them again someday. I thought I'd take a detour and visit my sister-- she settled down somewhere near here, last I heard."