Noctisardor Bypass trellis

It was funny how one minor misstep had derailed her plans by nearly a month now. Her leg was on the mend, and she had managed to scavenge just enough to stay alive. Sequoia was all but skin and bones when she returned to Rivenwood. Except it wasn’t Rivenwood anymore. No Laurel, no Druid, no Witch, no Jorunn. She had failed them, and she had nothing to show for it. Even her daughters had given up on her. Or something worse had happened. Merrick had come back for them all and raided the place while Sequoia was off trying to bring them hope.

She searched for any bodies, signs of a struggle, but she found none. That, at least, was hope that her daughters had made it out alive.

Sequoia found a warm spot to curl up and fell into a restless sleep.