[P] Thorn, the Vestige (Female Faun)

She awoke to a sky she didn’t recognize. There was only one moon here.

This was the first thing that ran through Thorn’s mind, but she knew not why, nor did she understand why it provoked such primal panic. Her nerves were alight, but her body remained utterly still. Taking short, quiet breaths, the faun assessed her situation.

She was on a cold, stone dais, utterly naked and exposed to the elements. Her body felt... fine. A little woozy, a little... discordant, but it was there. She felt strength as she took in shallow, nervous breaths as she scanned her surroundings.

All around her were trees --- Strange ones. She did not see the weeping hazel, sceaf, ander, or duskwillow of home. She knew she was needed there --- Knew that she had a purpose there, a duty, and yet, for all she tried, she could not remember where home was. She could not remember the name of home.

There was little time to ponder her situation, however. Something was happening...