Kezzia walks nonchalantly through the dirty scrubland that separated the city from the forest, hand resting lightly on her dagger incase of trouble. She's left the other nomads to continue their journey back to the boat, with the intention of meeting them there in a couple of days time, and given orders to Gizmo to sell the swords she'd scavenged after the ritual. If she is lucky they'll use the money to buy her another axe; if not, then her dagger is good enough for now.
Stepping between two trees and into the woods, she is suddenly hit by a wave of nerves. It has been so long since she last strode this familiar path, and so much has happened. What if the woman she has become is only a shadow of the girl she once was, all her confidence and hope beaten out of her like the zombie-eyed women she'd avoided when she was a kid.
"Spent too long with High elves," she mutters to herself, forcing her feet to continue down the faint track to her foster mother's hut. "It's them who talk shit like that."
Feeling slightly better at this observation, she steps off the path at the right place, and carefully moves through the undergrowth, alert for movement from the bushes. She can't guarentee anyone will recognise her, and strangers found too close to May's home are considered a threat by the street kids she looks out for, and treated as such. Even so, she reaches the small clearing without any problems, and stops in the shadows.
A middle-aged woman dressed in simple peasant clothes is sitting outside in the sun, stirring a large pot of bubbling liquid. There is nobody else in sight, but Kezzia knows that most of the kids will be sleeping in the hut or in the town trying to make rava and find food. The sight of Ebony-May cooking in her usual place after two years of being continously hurt, afraid and angry, fills her with an unbelievable joy. She steps into the sunlight.
The woman looks up, surprised. Her eyes grow wide with shock. "Kezzi? Kezzi, is that you?"
"Yeah." Kezzia starts to feel worried again. "Sorry I been away so long. Shit happened and..."
May leaps to her feet and runs towards her, enveloping her in a strong embrace that almost knocks the girl over. "I told you to be careful, I told you, oh, why are you always so reckless, I told you not to go, oh thank the gods, I thought, I thought..."
Kezzia laughs, gripping her foster mother tightly. She has come back, and everything is ok.