The Bracken Woods A northern visitor

How lucky could she be? The first to encounter over the last several many days and she knew the way out! Kovette’s tail swept at the air behind her as she breathed a sigh of relief. “I was hoping you would say that,” she noted, light in tone but her delight evident. And then to have that way out offered to her? The northerner was elated, to say the least.

“Thank you,” she said, beginning to (carefully) close the distance between them. “I was told this forest was large but I’m afraid I underestimated it.” A part of her felt embarrassed for needing to ask for help, as she felt this journey was meant to be hers alone. But rationality won out in the end and she swallowed her unease—accepting help in finding her way from someone that seemed more familiar with the land was nothing to be ashamed of.

“I can help with pulling any thorns you pick up,” she offered, as she had little else to provide as thanks. “Unfortunately, I’ve had a lot of practise.” This was accompanied by a light-hearted chuckle, although the offer itself was sincere.