Blackfeather Woods or half a page of scribbled lines

The woman was thoughtful, turning over her words with carefulness for she knew it could turn the tides for her future. She again cast her golden gaze to the maggots, some on the outer edges no longer thrashed for warmth but lay still for the cold had claimed their frail forms. The sight was grotesque, but she found a small amount of beauty in the way it was constructed. 

”I have hope. I often feel hopeful in hopeless situations,” a small frown crossed her face and melancholy showed in her eyes, “I am no naturalist, but the wild has a calling to me. That’s why I’m often outside the woods, exploring the territory outside.” The woman then smiled, happy for her memories of her adventures. Perhaps she could ask Relmyna is there was a task that required one to travel, a message perhaps. 

She turned her gaze back to Maegi, wondering if she was in the correct state to be put under these questions, no matter their insignificance to the cream woman.