The forest is nothing like the Ravine, she thinks, as she heaves herself from the ocean and rests on the beach, looking out across the rolling meadows and towards the tree-line in the distance. It was nothing like Paradise either, in fact if Therese were to guess, she’d say it was mostly like Ash Grove, and that thought make’s her smile. Not a sad fleeting smile, the smiles she was known for, but one that was strong and permanent and set her face alights with joy. She missed her home, her first home, her original home.

Maybe that was why she pulled herself off the sand with a refreshed determination. Therese could not change who she was, but she could make an effort, at least here. In her mind Tarrant and his Ravine had never been permanent, and so she had spent her days moping about the shore line desperately wishing for something else. But the Forest was home now, and Vercingetorix was the leader, and she would not let him down by becoming unfriendly and reclusive. There was no usefulness in that.

She moves over the meadows at a swift pace, and enters the forest at a steady jog, her eyes drawn up to the canopy in admiration as she wove her way around the large tree trunks.