
The zikwa's breath hitched in her throat - the haziness of sleep quickly disappearing. Oh, right. Something more indeed. She took a steadying breath and rose to stand, quickly inspecting the flowers of her garden before she bid them farewell and set off. Around her little area, she was able to traverse based on memory - a skill that was painfully learned - but she was nervous about going into unknown territory. Hopefully she wouldn't have to go far.
Her familiar Rest fluttered throughout the trees so she would be able to somewhat guide her back if need be.