From the Mountain to The Woods

JP with Largehobbit and Cindy

When Islana did finally land it was on soft loamy soil snaked with roots and twigs. Fallen leaves littered the ground and all about her the milling legs of the Clans people had morphed into the thick tree trunks of an ancient forest. Dim light pressed through the canopy above and as she gathered her whits she noted that once more a camp fire flickered in the near distance.

No guide had accompanied her this time; Melandra and the boy Tommen were nowhere to be seen. It would appear that this part of her trial was to be faced alone.

The familiar presence of the woods, Islana supposed any woods will always hold a place of memories for her.

The huntress made her way towards the fire and what awaited her.