The Bracken Woods ashes to ashes, dust to dust.

where did they go?

injured and lost, freóbearn wandered southward from their decimated home in search of her scattered siblings. she hadn’t eaten, nor had she slept, two choices with a toll she could now feel taking effect.

she stumbled drunkenly through a small collection of ferns, her ears perked to hear more clearly the nearby voices. can you walk? — cenric?

hello? she called. freóbearn paused to look around, then spotted the pair not far from where she stood. excitement might have made her run under different, more fortunate circumstances.

instead, it was relief that drew her near to célnes’s side. you’re alive, freó breathed, have you seen kendrick? a touch was placed on both of their sides, should the siblings have allowed it, before moving back to help célnes onto her feet.