OOC: Old Sec members, maybe?
With a heavy heart Warja drug all of her stores out into the open. She was leaving the Gulley. Already she had a destination in mind; it was the journey there that was up in the air. Her father was out there somewhere. Maybe he was hurt or being held captive, or any number of things, but he was out there. She could feel it. Her dad hadn't just left. He wouldn't do that; she just knew it.
But that didn't mean she could stay. Secretua was gone and she no longer had a connection to the lands that had been under its rule. She had a new place in mind though. Warja had been very impressed with the lady she'd met in the desert. Katja Finnvi, alpha of a pack named Yfir. Any place ruled by that fae had to be worth checking out. It sounded like a place where she would be challenged, a place where she would constantly be honing her craft and bettering herself. It sounded right. But before should could go there, she needed to sift through her belongings and decide what could be left and what could be taken. There was plenty of things that she'd miss but have no trouble replacing, and those were the first things she set aside. Then it got hard. The young healer had built up quite a collection of hard to find plants. Those she would miss.
"Hear Me Talk,"
'Read My Thoughts.'
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