Silence

Gone. Gone again. Her children hadnt grown far from her, but rage was definitely a new emotion bore into the woman. Lies was all these leaders told her, she was too prideful to seek asylum in Ashen. Voodoo dug her paws into the soft summer snow against the wall. Wasnt herb collecting supposed to be relaxing? The wraith took in a deep shuddering breath. Concentrate it wasnt too late to turn her life around was it?

She turned from the wall walking along the slopes to see if she could spot what she needed. For now the den in the ship was fine to hold her herb stores. Voodoos keen eyes were on the lookout for something specific. Her soft gait leasurely carried her across the terrain. Traversing rocks and tiny stubborn spits of grass poking from the soil mixed with snow. She pulled herself away from the wall, out just by a few feet was the bundle of white flowers she sought. Boneset, now to begin collecting it.