Phoenix Maplewood Does he know I'm forsaken

@Miska

Pala passes through the Maplewoods at a brisk pace, long steps overtaking each other. The sun will soon disappear beneath the horizon, and she is no longer fit for nights.

A crunch of snow forces her to stop, single eye waiting to see who has come. Perhaps hopeful, she thinks it may be Yataghan once again. She considers to run and greet them, but something like common sense or instinct stops her.