Northstar Vale some of my storm recognized some of your rain

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It had been some time since her rescue at the edges of the borders, but the yearling had not acquainted herself with anyone yet. She reeked of newness and salt and storm and though she reached for memories she could remember naught. 

So she became a recluse. Though her heart sang for interaction, she felt she had nothing to offer them in the way of socialization, just learning her trade.

It was one night when the hurt for others gripped her heart that she saw Mato slip off alone, and she set out to follow the druid, trusting him after their crossing at the Vale's border.  The woman came from behind, watching hum watchh the stars.  Soon she would make her presence known — Would you humor me if I asked you what enchants you so about the stars?