Deepwood Weald monachus

she followed the scent of her man dutch until it mingled with another, and while she was not surprised that the pair were spending time together she was bothered by it in a childish way. sulukinak moved through the weald in a random direction after that. her steps were quick, and the green floor of the forest (choked with moss) muffled all sound.

soon enough she was lost among the tangle of the trees, but she wasn't bothered by this. the weald held more green than sulukinak had ever seen in her entire life! in the way that the everdark was all ice and shadow, this was the pure opposite: green life, and sunlight catching motes of dust.

perhaps she would never find her way back out, and that seemed like a good thing.