Noctisardor Bypass tell me lies, tell me painted truths

Sequoia had actively avoided the conflict, laying low and skirting anything severe. Some might have seen it as a coward's move, but Sequioa was a survivor, and the best way to survive this was to stay the fuck away. She had to survive so she could find @Druid and @Witch. And then they would get away from Rivenwood. Far, far away.

The strong stench of blood and vomit was strong, and Sequioa made her way toward it. Laurel's scent was mixed in, and that worried her even more. Besides her daughters, Laurel was the closest thing she had to family. She crept closer to her, keeping low and as hidden as possible, lest one of the raiders was still nearby.

Laurel! she whispered. Laurel, are you okay?