Sun Mote Copse Time and time again

making some assumptions and tagging for reference!!!

Fennec wasn't sure what to make of the copse, and that wasn't only because she couldn't view it.  She'd been so excited to go home, a hope that was crushed before it even started, and while this was the second best thing for sure it still was far from great.  Fig wasn't here.

She couldn't ghost after @Wraen at all times, much as she was tempted to latch on and follow. After weeks of trailing after Rosalyn, it was good to stay in one place, to not be stressed and lost and a burden.

Trial by fire had made her bolder in new places, and while she moved with accustomed and patient slowness, she was beginning to nose her way around the forest.  At least there were trees here.  

As she circled her current mark, a wide tree with far reaching roots, it seemed, as she needed to step over a few on her trip, she listened to the wind over the branches.  It made a rhythmic ticking as they met, and she sighed.  She wished she hadn't run, before.  It would be better to be stuck in, with her family, than out here.