Arrow Lake fester

ooc; let Daisy give you a better recruit

if she was one to believe in such things, she would call it 'fate'.

though she learned long ago there was no such thing. it was a childish notion. it best focus on the actualities. like right now. the skull-clad woman stood amongst the entrance, a soft hm on her lips. half-lids viewed the border, knowing it was not here last time she had tread in these lands. perhaps this was an excellent place to start, then. lanky limbs carried her further though she had a mind to cease moment right before the invisible line.

pale eyes stared within, to the depths of the territory. rich in herbs, minerals... yes, it would do nicely. about as 'nice' as anything mediocre was, that is. the woman reclined upon the earth, closing her eyes and refusing to move. she did not call, did not shout above the silence, for she knew. if this community was a decent one, patrols would have to come through. eventually. she knew her mistake last time, how terribly dreary and boring it had been, without a community to tether herself to.

try, try again. wasn't that the saying?