Location:Virescent Expanse — Multiple Tribal Territories
Date/Time:TC1854.04.20-30
Ten days of walking into rooms where nobody wanted her.
Not rooms — clearings, canopy platforms, river hollows, mountain ledges. The architecture of the Confederacy was as varied as its people; every tribe's gathering place was shaped by the environment they'd adapted to inhabit. But the dynamic was the same everywhere Raven went: an outsider arriving uninvited, offering help that hadn't been requested, to people who'd spent centuries learning that help from the north came with teeth.
The Thorn-Hide elder had sent root-network signals ahead — not endorsements, notifications. The woman with the life-song is coming. She healed the dead zone. She healed the metal-cursed. She wants to talk about the beasts. Neutral language. The elder was spending political capital she'd accumulated over a lifetime and wasn't willing to spend it faster than necessary.
