Blackfeather Woods die for me

After a bite to eat (which amounted to emptying one entire store room within Akashingo), Zharille moved on. She would wait within the bordering forest for any sign of support from the little man, and spend many of her waking hours pining for the cool reprieve of the lakeside. The betrayal she felt from Khaba was fuel enough for her now; she did not think of her children, even though they had been a part of her plea when she had gathered help from the sand people of the mesa. No, her only thoughts were of revenge, and of debts owed to her.

She paced the forest with as much vigor as a caged animal. The trees, the bars to her current cage. They stood as spires around her, and Zharille found herself wishing for the open air of the lakeside — or even that of the deadlands south of here, with their grass and grit, for at least there she'd experience the open sky again.