Breathe Freely

The trek south was long, but Aslatiel was in good company. Ocean was just as enjoyable as he had been the very first time, though in a much different manner. Chrystelle wasn't bad either and Asla was surprised at that. She generally didn't like females, but the black, grey and white fae was sweet and Asla was happy to be traveling with her.

The climate warmed the further South they went and soon the familiar mists of the forest could be seen in the distance. "Now, this place is a little difficult to traverse. It's easy to get lost. Once you learn it though, it's a lovely place." Asla had a fondness for the winding paths and creeping haze. This sort of terrain wouldn't be everyone's cup of tea, but the fawn woman had built herself a second home here.

Naiche had put oiled skins in the branches to act as an awning and, over time, Asla had removed the dirt from beneath the gnarled old tree, creating a small but comfortable den. Yes, there were bones hanging from the trees and skulls were strewn about the arching roots, but this was her kind of place. "The furs inside might be a little dusty since I haven't been here in a while, but they can be cleaned." The striped fae smiled to the pair of siblings. "There are tons of herbs here and in the surrounding lands. I can catch you some food if you'd like." The feeling was akin to having a sleepover or something childlike, though the thoughts that she had about Ocean were anything but childlike.

"Aslatiel"