Deepwood Weald I Don't Belong Here

Thats good with me!

Themis quirked a little grin.

Ill teach you. It.. She closed her eyes, then smiled, fuller now.

And another. Thieves Cant. I think you’ll take well to it.

She would come away from this changed, as the seasons slowly shifted. Four distinct phases of her adulthood.

Belladonna, alone, scared.
Nephele, even more alone.
Sabah, surrounded, but still the lone sentinel, camping at the outer reaches of her home.

Themis, with something to hope for, never to be lonely again.