Chapter 47

On the day of approaching full moon, she was sent off to do her task, following along with the culture of the people, her people. In order for this to be seen as a proper marking, she must make her own ink, everything needed to be chosen by her and produced by her. It ensures the authenticity of the mark and to ensure that the mark belong to her and no one else. It seemed simple enough at the time but has now come to know that it wasn't a just a simple feat. For days, she studied different trees: what they looked like and where they tended to grow. She needed to venture into the woods and finds a tree that produced dark wood in order to make a black in. If she chose the wrong one instead, a light wood, the ink would turn a gray color and the ink would be ruined. It took hours to hike down the mountain, to the warmer climates to find what was needed. Unable to pronounce the type it was, she easily recognized it by its leaves and the type of moss growing up the side. In order to not dist