Porcupine Ridge [discovery: lotus spring] dirty laundry

Lotus Spring/"The Lotus" being a small spring of cold water at the base of Porcupine Ridge?? Cast off from the melting cap at the top of the mountain??

There was a certain level of difficulty that came with being blind; aside from the obvious of course. Dawa had adapted to this gradually and without complaint. It was not in her nature to complain — as it was not in her nature to do anything, really, aside from her duty.

The task of identifying where one was, became a tedious thing indeed. She felt compelled to explore the territory that the trio had so recently claimed as their home, and traced her steps through the trees. The cleric could have smelled her way along the border, maybe, if the scents were known well enough; however, Dawa knew of at least two new scents that overlay Tenzin's; perhaps more. So, she could not rely upon her snout.

Touch was her strongest asset. It was an ironic ability — to be so strongly tied to the way things felt despite the same sensation bringing her the majority of her pain.

Dawa was slow and steady, stumbling often as she adjusted to this new place. Her bowed legs and oddly twisted bones made for some interesting tread patterns in the mud and soil, as she daintily sloughed her way through it. The sound of calm that greeted her outside of the forest was bizarre, yet welcome. Tall grass tickled her nose, brushing across her sides the way Raheerah's slick fur had clung to her on their claiming day; then, as if to warn her of how slow the journey was, the midday sun beamed it's empty rays across the vale. She felt the warmth suddenly and at first, Dawa did not know what to think.

Her next step took her somewhere entirely new — perhaps undiscovered, and ultimately indescribable. Her paws did not touched down upon smooth and fine, but wet and cold, and she toppled face-first in to a small spring, a speck of dust within the ocean for all she knew.