Ben Brickson
Wanderer of Heart
A sudden clatter broke her focus.
"Yarrow?" she called out. He was gone—only his pack remained.
Inside was a stitched label: *The Good. Items for all who require them.*
"The good indeed," she murmured, shouldering the pack with the stone now fixed to her quarterstaff.
No longer just Priscilla Bramblewhisk, Squirrelling Ranger—she had become Priscilla Bramblewhisk, Wanderer of Heart.
Wanderer of Heart
A sudden clatter broke her focus.
"Yarrow?" she called out. He was gone—only his pack remained.
Inside was a stitched label: *The Good. Items for all who require them.*
"The good indeed," she murmured, shouldering the pack with the stone now fixed to her quarterstaff.
No longer just Priscilla Bramblewhisk, Squirrelling Ranger—she had become Priscilla Bramblewhisk, Wanderer of Heart.