Cedar Sweep quality road

The coastline had given her plenty to think about, yet so far, no sign of word from her brother--as halfway expected. Although it had been a vague, distant plan at best, he had always followed through before. Yet not this time, it seemed. Day after day, and still nothing. When she was finding herself tired of the seaside diet for a while, she decided to roundabout her path back into the Hinterlands. Maybe, before too long, she'd return. For now, she was tired of smelling like brine.

This motivated her down through the swamps and beyond, where eventually she joined up with a large waterway that sat at the base of the range. Knowing it would be a good guide through the terrain, and a place where she wouldn't need to exhaust her stamina looking for a passable route, she stuck near it and let it guide her course.

Caught in the routine of survival, the days steadily turned towards a week and still she was able to survive on what she could scavenge and catch herself by the river. Even if it was never very much, opportunities were frequent enough that it worked and every day was quickly a lot like the one before it. This time, the scout had no specific goals in pointing south, neither did she have any other overarching plan in mind, but she was sure to keep covering ground and pressing further so long as nothing stopped her.

It was late morning by the time she began to thread into the heart of the cedar forest. Sunlight filtered through occasionally and a soft haze hung low to the ground, all dappled with dust and bugs. Painfully picturesque, she walked through quietly without intentions to disturb.