Blackfeather Woods to conquer; to bleed

The sprite's entire form perked up at the sound of a booming voice, but her following movements were calm and collected. She turned to the stranger who smelt of battle, blood and bitches. Lumiya gave her a confused look, but her owl friend was scared away quickly by the tension the woman had created. The Melonii wasn't scared, she rarely was, but she did feel the uneasiness that had so rudely disrupted her emotional reunion with her past.

This was our home not too long ago. She answered, glancing back again to the tall trees that towered over her tiny body. Do you know what happened to it? She questioned. She asked a lot of questions recently, a new trait for such a trampled nymph, but one she cherished. The strangers she met on her travels held no power over her like Mother did, she wasn't afraid of looking odd in their eyes.