The Bracken Woods it don't matter if the cold wind blows

anja stopped at the edge of the woods, alert as she surveyed the open land beyond. she and @Inkeri had journeyed far from elfenbenravn, so far that she wondered at times if the spirits of their ancestors saw them at all anymore. she never wondered for long; the visions had never left her.
she dreamt of ravens. black, white, grey; a cloud of them, a storm of them. she dreamt of peace. perhaps they would find that here.
ink, she called out softly over her shoulder. the forest ends here.