Blackfeather Woods I’ll always love you

Jakoul did not track time like others might. The passage of days meant little to her in the grand scheme of things. She focused on the flow of seasons and yet the passage between late spring and summer had been so fluid like the rain it brought. A soft hum escaped her as she tried to narrow down her time spent here. Moons. It was the best she could provide but it was not a very detailed response. Home. That was all that mattered to her. The feeling she held when she was here meant more than any amount of time actually spent within these borders.