Deepwood Weald a shadowy hand turns the page

He watched her go though it were a short time before the forest and ferns swallowed her whole. And though Dirge wanted to linger, he knew it was best to start to head back towards the mountain. He wouldn’t reach it until late into the night but knew that it would not trouble Hydra much—she was used to his itch to roam before the season changed, and knew he would keep himself out of trouble for the most part. Even with the dangers and evils that lurked, the wilderness was a vast place of many paths to take.

He turned from the scene, pointing himself back towards the edge of a forest that was once home, and departed. Perhaps another time he would come across Zsuzsa, but when that would be he could not say, if ever. But he hoped she would find herself at the foothills of Moonspear and with any luck, she would stay. They could use all they could muster with the oncoming winter and the looming threats it would bring.

i look forward to it!