Seaside Moors Seeing fire, I'm told it never burns.

Vaguely did she know the disappearance of one of the children. However, not being a warrior, a hunter, and barely a scout, only occasionally would she leave Rusalka and scout a bit beyond, before fleeing back into the moorside. The reaper was intimidated to what was out- she was only used to the little island of home, and knowing there was such a large world out there, it was simply hard to process.

Otherwise spent days simply tending to her herbs, but as the season was coming, what she had gathered in summer was slowly dying away. Her spiders as well were slowly preparing so, and an abundant of spiderwebs were fresh for the picking. Thankfully, none had called her as a medic- neither did Grímnismál expect so, she was far too new to be worth something.

Then surprisingly, the first call since she came arrived. The yearling was quick to arrive as she gave a rather nervous look around, and sat distanced away from Rosalyn and curiosity; why were they called?