Neverwinter Forest About how all her bones are broken

Íruna awoke to the scent of pine, sharp and unfamiliar. Her lavender eyes opened to find herself surrounded by towering evergreens, their boughs woven together to form a canopy that blocked out most of the light. Faint rays of sun pierced through the branches, illuminating patches of soft moss and scattered needles on the forest floor.

The air was cool, still, and carried no trace of her sea.

She rose to her paws, her thick coat brushing against the rough bark of a nearby tree. The forest stretched endlessly in all directions, shadowed and quiet, save for the distant rustle of movement—a herd of deer, perhaps. This place, so unlike the rocky shores of Drákensvágr, felt untamed and ancient.

Her jaw tightened as she took a step forward.

"New lands," She murmured, blinking against the backdrop of morning. "The Gods have brought me far from home."

for @Solharr