Deepwood Weald In the darkest reaches of peace

Small black body moved through the trees. The wounds upon her face and torso finally closing and healing. Scabbed over, broken and bleeding she had been. Though there was still an ethereal light in her brown eyes. She wouldn't be taken out so easily. Her trust had been misplaced, okay a learning experience. That was fine.

She found solace in the blackness of the forest and moved her way throughout it all. Happy and content. There was many plants and things here. She could easily make a living just on herb trade alone. Perhaps start a place of healing. Though she wasn't sure how it would go. For now she just learned the tread of the place.