Witch's Marsh collected fifteen gold-wing'd bees, tremulous buzzing

for @Aria <3

In the end the pull is too great. She returns to Silvertip to tell @Phocion of her plan to travel to the cache (and to check in on her still-voiceless patient), somewhat hurriedly, afraid that if she stays too long she won't be able to leave again, that some new manifestation of the feeling that currently occupies her body will root her in place despite her urge to leave.

From there she crosses the mountains as quickly as she's able. The path is unfamiliar and so she dips more Southward than she intends, having to take some time to orient herself when she finally reaches the other side of the mountains. Nervous of straying too close to Bearclaw Poet finds herself at the Witch's Marsh, skirting the edges of the the wetland. From here the Cache should not be too difficult to find but she hesitates, her gaze pulled towards the Valley, toward the forest where her abandoned altar must surely still stand.