Blackfeather Woods Goodbye Yellow Brick Road

Dragoon found herself coming back toward the black forest, as she enjoyed the atmosphere it had held. It felt easy to simply blend into, and disappear into the darkness that the woods held. Now knowing it was not claimed, she found time simply passing within, and somehow, made it a 'home.' The mercenary would eventually move on, but with no goal, or a business behind her job, she had quite amount of time to do; nothing.

Though it seem the forest was popular, but Dragoon didn't know if it was the same reason. She was as white as a ghost, but then there was a ball of fire, trying to hide itself away into the branches. It would be hard to cover such a flaming top, that the wisp simply found herself staring at the bundle, but remaining silent.