The Ways Of The Old, Old Winds

Leaves crunched beneath her paws as she walked to the lake. Jynn had returned from a journey into Auster. Fall was in full swing in Boreas and the hillside was awash in shades of amber and gold. The crunch of leaves was delightful, even the nip in the air gave the sense of a fresh start even if that was a far cry from the case. Winter would move in soon and usher her farther back south. While she could suit up to some degree against the weather it just wasn't something she was built to handle for long periods at a time. Jynn still hadn't made any concrete plans for her future. She knew she probably should at some point, but making plans meant she'd have to follow through. The whole process was daunting.

The wind picked up, swirling the leaves around her and lifting them up in the air. She remembered stories her mother told of spirits in the trees and the wind. She'd long outgrown those stories, or so she thought. Perhaps it wouldn't hurt to entertain some of the old ways, just for old times sake.