Emberwood i’m going to steal the declaration of independence

Despite her days of several stay, she doesn’t know her way around the forest nor does she know why she sticks around. Jagwyr has been nice to her and he lives nearby (she thinks, anyway) and her head hurts more often than not these days. Getting herself into trouble when someone is wrong is the last thing on her mind and if she can cling to something familiar, she will. 

One ear cups forward, listening to a song in the distance, but the other ear swivels back and strains to listen. She’d gotten used to Drageda and the surrounding territories that anything amiss might have been noted but here she isn’t afforded the same luxury and what may just be a random sound in the distance could be something else entirely. After a moment of hesitation, she begins to turn to go, only to catch a sliver of someone else in the distance that forces her to freeze.