When Yue awoke in a land that was not her own, it was not fear she felt. Nor did she feel confusion – what she felt was of nearly immediate acceptance. There was certainly an explanation for this, she knew in her gut. What she did not know, was whether this explanation came from one of her own, or from the celestial gods themselves.
She only need to begin imposing her inquiries, and the great mystery that suddenly gripped her would soon unravel.
What did cause her some concern, was her solitude. The orchid luxuriated in being alone, but only when she knew her people were within limb’s reach.
This was not her chosen place of rest; it instilled her with no tranquility. She felt its foreignness in her bones; and for this reason, the empress rose from where she lay and glanced about, her gaze probing the inquiries that her voice refused to speak,
for if she spoke, she would be speaking to no one.
Yue began a smooth trot through the damp, wooded, frigid area. If she did not turn over something familiar, then at least she was working through her rising anxieties and would keep warm. Still, her nose searched fervently for a miasma of recognition.
Even she knew that 'alone' was not what a woman wanted to be, especially when on winter’s doorstep.

