Blackfeather Woods i'm gonna bring it all back to you

The cocky remark was met with little repose, further solidifying the spirit's belief they were the truth. She watched as the dark one vanished into the darkness of the woods, following her and letting her gaze linger a little on her form until it was gone. She then turned back to the guardian and bobbed her head in acceptance of the words. Without a word of good-bye, she allowed Flicker to slip off and then the pale youth started making her way deeper into the woods, but in a different direction than her dark shadow.

Instead she found one of the altars deep within the tangle of the woods and she started to tend to it. An onlooker would notice that the spirit looked almost like its mother as it started to tend to the altar. Cleaning little snippets, placing bones and herbs in a different order, gather new herbs to place upon it.. all the work that was no longer done now that the caretaker was deceased. Someone had to do it.