King Elk Forest than even this

she is drawn back, over and over again. leaving crogeda to the care of her aunt once more. her inability to stay in one place, struggling to find herself amidst the heavy title she's carried all her life. maybe, she thinks, the trick is to try to be praimfaya rather than wanheda. try to find the young woman hiding within the draconian queen; and realizes that she doesn't even know where to start. she expects to find no answers in the king elk forest, but trudges thru it as her re-entry point; letting the golden filigree of the sun's rays guide her through the lush emerald green foliage and large old trees; casting a cursory glimpse that turns weary to the thick scars in the bark where large antlers have spliced treeflesh.