Herbalists' Cache I've got a God-shaped hole that's infected

That evening, she slipped away from the circle of healers and their prying eyes, needing time to process all that had been said. Moonsong, no - Morningsong - was led by Dutch now. Whatever circumstances had amounted to his rise to leadership would become clearer on her return, she assured herself. Though the whole thing had left her mind reeling. And Ariadne-

Was this all a sick prank? She thought of the white raven and its grating laughter. Sedna must surely be laughing at her now.

Snapping frustrated at an offending stick as she entered the pine forest, Ulloriaq found herself wandering aimlessly. For someone so good at directions, it was uncharacteristic of her to get lost - though in that moment she found she did not care much for where she was going. Alone with the trees again; it comforted her in a way nothing else could.

@Esma