Jade Fern Grove i'm gonna be gone for good again

Ocra feels a squirm come up and she moves, shrugging one shoulder. She hasn’t found what she’s been looking for and she hadn’t left on good terms, either, so really it was a waste to have come all the way down here. “I guess so, they ain’t here anymore,” she tells her and glancing away to hide the frown. “Is your name really...” she trails off, lifting her head to look back in the girl’s direction and she gets a glimpse of white in the distance. Her brows knit together and, to her luck, the wind shifts enough to tease her senses with Xan’s scent. Her mouth parts to say something and nothing comes out, a lump clogging up her throat and preventing anything that might make any sense.