Redsand Canyon Wilderland.

again, mulberry is filled with the soft nagging of self-doubt. but she pushes it away, closing off that emotion swiftly before it could consume her. anyone could be a soldier, she tells herself. it was about her own determination: and of that, she had plenty.

mulberry considers towhee's advice, offering a swift but sage nod. running patrols, eat as much as i can handle, sparring pit... got it. she could do that. it sounded easy enough; at least as far as a regiment went.

ten months, roughly. closer to 11. regardless, she was almost a year old, now. that was what was most important ( as far as mulberry was concerned ) but she had nothing to gain from not being truthful. a bit. i was alone during my journey back here. she admits with a lofty shrug of her shoulders. before i returned, i went to a strange land with my mother and brother...i do not know what the locals of that place called it ...and despite that it is where half of my family is, i do not wish to return. she cannot put into words the eerie feeling she got just thinking about it.

i was born in hideaway strath, when the saints claimed it. she was upfront with the leaders of mereo and saw no reason not to be upfront about her origins with towhee too ...even if it did not paint her in a favorable light: though she was not a saint by blood and felt no connection to those who lingered still in these wilds.