Redtail Rise new growth from the ashes

Bellflower was once again sad. She had found another area ravaged by fire. It was an old fire, like the last one, but it still made her sad. She wondered if she was, perhaps, cursed to forever wander to the places touched by flames. What a sad existence, if true… 

She shook her head. No. She would not believe something so sad. She had come to the Teekon Wilds to spread joy and fun, not to be depressed about things she couldn’t control. She sighed as she looked up at the rise, the areas blackened and dead. She knew that, in time, new growth would sprout from the ashes, stronger than before from the nutrients in the ash. That was something someone from Oakstead had told her. She gave the rise a small smile, wishing it well, and then turned to make her way around it, towards the Dawnlark Plains.

the woman was near. departing from the coast, uncertain about whether she had been accepted by Rusalka in this timeline, her head lowered as she walked. a few muttered words were all she said, too lost in thought to notice the other being. it was by pure chance that she had glanced up when she did; both were on a collision course with the other. Huntington gave a wide berth to the ivory girl, still 'wounded' (in the sense of rejection) by her time at Diaspora.

in no mood to play nice with others at all though using this mask well. it was suitable for now. "pardon me..." her tone was laced in cooling indifference, though it could be mistaken as a politeness to uneducated ears. it was always hard to tell what emotion the skull-clad woman had on. her eyes returned back to the ground as she passed by. if the other did not stop her, Huntington would be leaving.