Blackfeather Woods [m] Why do we sleep when we want to hide?

Days passed and Marina felt no better. She passed through the mountains and into the land below without taking much joy in the travel. Mostly, she passed the time alone. It was the dark woods that finally broke the monotony of her strange and feverish search; a foreboding place, but Marina had never been one for fear.

She set to exploring the woods with an energy she hadn't been able to muster in days. It occurred to her once or twice that she might stay here awhile. Ultimately she dismissed the thought. She was not done traveling, not yet. But maybe when she was... well, that was a thought for the future.