Fox's Glade all i've got is instinct

Inkeri didn't often give into her instincts about spirituality and religion. Normally that was Anjas task. However, Anja was not here. And it felt fitting in a way to honor her sister in this way. Her sister. A pain blossomed in her chest. Where was Anja?

It took a moment to understand what the other meant, but her word was close enough to Hjem, that she was able to garner that it meant home. Was this her home?

She shook her head, sadly. No, heim. The other word was hard to change, she wanted to say Hjem, but she was able to get the word out.

Inkeri looked around again. She wouldn't mind living here. It was certainly beautiful. Could she make such a decision without Anja. Well if Anja didn't like it, she could leave, yes?

Ditt Hjem? She motioned all around and then pointed back to Sanja. Was this her home?