The Heartwood Fear of power invisible.

These days skies were stormy and grey. Huā did not know how long the rain would last, and thought to herself that her sister @Mei was likely distressed by the shift in nature, as aligned with her religion. Huā was distressed in a different way- already the stress of the saints, and now once again the cannibal, loomed over her head. And now the earth decided to being about greater catastrophe by drowning them. Perhaps this was the way things were meant to be. 

She took cover in the dappled shadows of this woodland, which she slunk through with a heavy mind, whose worries practically leaked into her low posture and slow gait. Droplets dappled her brown coat, and she shook them out every so often as she walked unfamiliar trails. Soon enough, though, a certain scent caught her attention, holding some trace of familiarity. She tested the air, unable to put a name to him just yet without seeing his face again- and so she hunted, eventually spotting the stony male lounging in the shade. Ah, yes- one of Ying's old possible suitors. Strong-looking. R-Revui? Huā called hesitantly from where she stood some distance away, unsure whether she should approach any closer.