Firestone Hot Springs closer to nowhere

"You're from the north," she repeated unnecessarily with a smile. A small pang of homesickness hit her, and she drove it away quickly as it had came. She looked up and took in the wavy greens and blues, eyes filled with wonder. She remembered gazing up as a pup, looking at the beauty of the night sky, wondering if there was anything else as glorious. She had not encountered a sight to match it since. "So you know. The lights. . ."

He was from here. Miyako looked back at him, curiously. Not much older than herself--just a year and a half or so--but with a lot of life under his belt. She felt that acutely. There were days where she felt like an old crone, after all she'd been through; other days a young pup. It just depended on her mood.

"No. I'm new. No pack." Her voice echoed across the pool. For a moment, it sounded incredibly desolate.