Wild Berry Meadow Despite

Enter, the weirdo!

She was reaching the northern edge of the meadow already, eager to put what she'd seen behind her.  A single word followed her like a ghost: necromancers.  Had to be.  Who else would do that?  Why else?  Her path zigged and zagged through the snow, uncertain about her final destination in the snowy, bleak world, other than knowing that the only direction she thought would be safe would be away from the rotted lair she'd passed.

It angered her.  Why would they be tolerated?  Why were they not erased?  Certainly the blight would have been obvious when it was a young pack and they could have been fought off like any normal illness.  Now it was a festering, dark wound.  They should be hexed, she thought.  Godot would come back later with a plan -- ah, yes, it would be the only way, wouldn't it?  For a moment, her stride became more steady, but it quickly returned to her unsure state.  The fact she'd already stepped on a few brambles barely hidden by a thin layer of powder didn't help.

Her orange eyes swept the pale landscape around her.  Maybe she'd been noticed and they would come after her!  Perhaps they'd be sending spirits to haunt her or creatures to haunt her dreams.  There was much to worry about.  First she needed to slip away to sanctuary, as Godot did not come with the necessary conditioning to stay out here alone forever -- she was never in a position to get those extra resources.