The next morning, two raggedmen find her.
They see Ash lying where she had fallen, but approach her carefully, one from each side, as hunters do.
When she rises up with a roar and flourishes her staff at them, they rush away.
Ash stands and watches them go, balanced on her one good leg. The other is braced by a splint she made from nearby timber wrapped around her leg with strips of material torn from her cloak.
She looks at the green and golden lands that lie off in the distance, and realizes in her current state she will never make it there. It is further away than she thought. Her only chance is to try returning to her home so she can let Odile know what she found. After she recovers from this trip, she can lead a large group back to this place, and then on to the green fields. A group well-prepared for the trek, as she has not been.
She memorizes the landscape so she can find this spot again. She will also have to take note of how many days it takes to get up here so she can report that to the tribe, too.
Sweating already from the heat, trembling from the terrible pain in her leg, and weak from lack of food, she starts on the long journey back to her settlement.
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