Silver Creek the kindness of strangers

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the dark one did not know the name of this place yet, but it was boisterous, reminding her greatly of the home she had left behind - no, the home which had cast her out. there were twisting paths, heavy ivy growth between the trees, and massive ferns throughout; every inch was covered in vivacious green and she, a creeping shadow, found herself enamored.

the forest soon branched west and there was no course of action available to her, aside from the obvious: as the path led west, so she must go. but when she came upon the obvious signs of claim (bark stripped from precious tree, gouges in the earth, the scent of the beast upon the loam) she knew to stop. whatever force had brought the woman here, she would not be lulled too close - she was smarter than that. instead amaranth chose to slink through the grove and keep to herself, to observe, in case she could learn anything more.

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