Their where pillars everywhere in the mist. The moisture clinging like snakes and to the rocky statues as Ixora moved through the jungle like underbrush. She had thought that she had been done with her hopping to different lands but then she had been yanked again. It was like a bad dream. One minute in the familiar the next in the unfamiliar. Now she was back, once again, and once again she hoped that this would be the last time. That she could stay and maybe make a home. As much as the new places could be interesting, they still weren't a place she could feel herself settling into.
Pausing as she stopped on a boulder overlooking a river she eyed the open water warily, mist obscuring the surface. If this place was anything like the jungles that she knew then waters that she couldn't see into weren't always the safest and despite not seeing any snakes or reptiles lurking she felt no need to test it when she was still trying to get her bearings.
Art by SgtRayFox ^^