Hanging out to Dryad.

It has been a long, strange road, from the cold snow to the dry harsh western landscape. I find myself in a strange place, with vastly different people and plants. I am far from my old home now. 

I peer through the branches of an evergreen tree, its old needles prickling under my fingers. I'm observing a beast in the distance, a large, hairy thing with horns. I instinctively keep my distance. 

Will I find my place in this new world? Only time will tell.