@ancientblooded
how long had it been now? since the attack on the farm, since she ran, since she was lost. lost was the only word for it in her mind. she couldn't even hazard a guess, days, maybe weeks? either answer was a minute too long, a minute too long from being away from her kids, from asher... a minute too long spent questioning if they survived, if they were safe again. what about the others? were they fine?
eden tried to shut out the thoughts that led her mind into a spiral, a downward fall of worry and fretting. it didn't help to get worked up, not when she was alone. her focus had to be just getting through another night... but another night that would be spent cold and shivering. she'd scrambled to put the fire out the minute the sun started to dip below the horizon. she couldn't risk that there might be survivors that'd see the smoke from her fire. asher had taught her enough in their time together that she knew the basics but it didn't change how long the night dragged when the cold bit at her skin. god, what she wouldn't give to be nestled up next to him, beneath a warm blanket surrounded by people she'd come to consider family.
she was sat, knee's pulled up and a map she'd scribbled on over and over trying to figure out where she was, circling things she'd try to find to have an idea of her location and how to get home. yes, home.. that's what that farm and those people were now. only now she was holding the map, so heavily scrawled in ink, did she realize she was crying, purely from the tears that dripped down on to the page. "i'll find it soon- i won't- i won't give up, i'll find home." she mumbled the words to herself, trying to distract from the way her teeth were shaking together and her body tensed up from the nip of the night, bare skin to the wind. it was going to rain soon and the only shelter she had were the trees around her.