Larksong Grotto Passing through….

As the lad named Wolfdreamer had told her, she packed up the next morning and headed on her way.

Walking, with few short stops she continued on, stealing one last glance back at her temporary home. Perhaps, she would come back here when she found John. Taking in all the beautiful scenery and creatures, she noticed how easily and lazily the grasses blew in the wind and the bees hop gently from flower to flower. It was beautiful, all a miraculous work of art.

Next, she stopped at a small stream. She had seen the streams getting smaller, yet more and more frequent like the gentleman had said previously the last day.

She continued, smelling for any scents leading to the coast….!