The Tangle the sacred smoke of juniper, and mugwort purifies the air

heda grew less and less sure as rivenwood disappeared behind her.
holding tight to how paisley had told her to track back home, the girl attempted to lose herself in druid's clear excitement. the landscape changed several times, and each of those were a moment in which heda took a deep breath and pressed on.
the way the air tasted like salt here intrigued her. 
the forest was twisted and spooky-looking. heda stared up at the tangled branches and gave a firm nod toward druid. "i wonder if she's here now," the girl mumbled, craning her next to peer between the limbs.