
Strange. It was arranged just the same.
Soothe stepped toward the tree, rather confused, and sat herself down. The little mongoose she traveled with stopped with her, also confused, and curled itself around her leg. "Was it somewhere else?" She couldn't remember it being, but it could have been. Strange, she'd written the map out for herself, too.
(The little blue-grey doe must have been quite a sight, sitting alone with a frustrated tilt to her head in a seemingly arbitrary part of the swamp.)