Neverwinter Forest Sleep is a river

There was an instinct to flee, but she felt so weak and tired as of late, and carried no energy to do so. All that there was, was focus onto the prayers and rituals she tried to hold on somesort of contact. Alas, there was none, and she felt utter alone. It came to the point even she, wished to call forth toward the Horned God, and ask what to do. She held potential future warriors.. Or Maidens.. But Miriam still did not know, if they were accepted to the Summerlands.

Her head hanged low as he dropped the hare, and looked at it with despair. Perhaps she had grown thinner with worry, wondering what to do with the potential beings. Words felt trapped, she struggled to describe the feelings that transpired within, and only remained of the silent nature. A young lady she was, unable to accept her life sprawled out so out of control from her own power.. Had fate decided this? A night of regret, and a knowing she should've went home.

However.. They were from the Horned God's warrior, yes?

Will it all be fine?

Thoughts spiraling out of control, she was at a lost, staring to hare unrespondsive.