Shadewood The future tense of fear is either comedy or tragedy

Thoughts of home were captivating, her kind ensnared by those winds that passed through it. She wondered for how much longer they might remain within the forest, wondered if the moor missed their constant presence. The land was the only one she knew and she could not help but to slightly resent the forest for keeping her from it; deep down, she knew the forest was not to blame, yet she had no qualms with placing just that on it.

Buried so deeply within her own mind, the hooded child remained unaware of her prowling sister—at least for now.