Sorcha had just recently found a whole new kind of human. They wore metal, and had very odd homes and traditions. Sorcha's black hair flowed in the wind as her curious blue eyes darted from one thing to another. She was walking with a man who has been nothing but kind to her and even saved her life. They were on their way to her village to make peace between their two clans. She could only hope that all would go smoothly. They had a whole day's journey ahead of them, and the woods was rarely ever safe. At least she wasn't alone though.