Smaller Reunions

For Ashlynn, the night passed with the most blissful, relaxed sleep she'd enjoyed in months. In time, she became accustomed to the hammock in her small hut in the Briar, but no matter how comfortable it was or how welcoming Amahle tried to be, the Briar never felt like home. 

The High Fen wasn't home either. Ashlynn had been here for close to two weeks and she had yet to rest as peacefully as she had the night before. It wasn't about the soft, pillowy mattress on the oversized bed or the warm crackling hearth that kept the evening chill at bay. Those were certainly more familiar things than dangling from the ceiling in the middle of a swamp, but they couldn't make a place feel like home.