The Heartwood Ashen Remains

It reminded Bridget of the way she’d first come to the wilds. Aimless, carefree, and unsure what she’d find. She wondered why the thought of that didn’t hold the same excitement it used to. Maybe it was the thought of being alone.

I haven’t done a great job selling you on my home. I could introduce you, if you were interested, but I probably won’t be there much longer. I was thinking of heading towards the coast. She looked westward, then gave a quick chuckle. Plenty of beautiful views there, and no mountains to get in the way.

Moonspear still felt too close and ever since the fall that had ultimately cost her a leg, Bridget hadn’t considered a home in the mountains an option. It wasn’t an experience she wanted to repeat and testing fate on three legs felt like a dare.

Seems most of us have a thing that always makes home home. For me it’s the water. The ocean was different but there were places besides the beach; plenty of rivers found their way to the sea eventually. Maybe she could follow one there.