[Oh, that sentiment is one that Aisling identifies with strongly. She allows herself to indulge in brushing her fingers across the geranium's petals before wandering after Kaylee to the living area. It was like the girl couldn't travel in a straight line, only in curves. It was pretty clear that she was interested in all the strange things that people adorn their spaces with, but she wasn't going to ask yet. Still, she perched cross-legged on the couch with her back against the armrest. It was strange, for her, to linger on the painful emotion, instead of pushing it away, not thinking about it, so she wound up a little hunched in on herself, twisting her fingers in her lap in an absent-minded sort of way. Finally she offered, quietly...]

This forest is nice, but it's not my forest. Not the one at home. I can try to lose myself in this forest, but it doesn't hold the same claim on me. None of my friends are here - none of the trees and hills, or the wolf pack.

[Aisling pulled her knees up, hugging them. She rested her cheek on her knees, looking out in the direction of the woods. Her hair swung 'round her like a blanket, a protective barrier between her and the world.]

Everything here is strange, and new. Strange magics I've never heard of are things that people live with every day. I just want to go home.