what to do now

so i listen to the    wind for an answer

It’s not the type of forest she wanted to find. The land meets the sea in a cliff here, not unlike the Edge, but that is where the similarities end. The forest is a rainforest, hot and humid and so terribly different from all the places she has taken comfort before. There would be no comfort here, not in this land that seemed to be broken. What had happened here? Had the Rift always been like this, and had the Gods of Helovia truly done the residents a favor when they ripped their lands and residents from one world to another? Or had the Helovian God’s destroyed something when they took what was not theirs, had their meddling causes all this? Was there a way to fix this place, a way to make it feel more whole?
 
The questions plague her as she walks, moving through the dense rainforest with uncertain feet, such a strange feeling in any forest for her. Vegetation grows thickly beneath her feet, roots and vines reaching up for her to snag her, to trip her stride. The trees reach out to grab and scrape and stop her. She misses her old forests, in Morham and the Edge and the Deep Forest. The ruby from the latter still glimmers around her neck, untouched by the Rift’s magic.
 
Though some of her had changed, and she doesn’t even know how. The ruby hangs against silver and teal armor that spreads across her chest. A gift? A curse? She has no idea, but it doesn’t feel like something from the Rift. It feels like something from the Moon Goddess, like the magic her Lady had poured into the Portal truly had served to protect them. The breastplate spreads across her chest, a bird with wings outstretched. A small, similar piece of armor sits on her face and two pieces on her forelegs. Behind her, leather strips wrap around her hind, offering some protection there as well.
 
She simply walks. She has no idea what to do right now. Try to find some of her other friends. Iona and Alysanne were safely through, but there are so many other faces she has yet to see. So she walks, hoping to find more faces alive than the number of dead that swim in her mind. 

lyanna

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