Great Bear Wilderness [m] forty-eight hours feels so much longer

After her last interlude, she'd set her heading south, jaunting along the mountain range for a bit and generally ignoring the existence of anyone else for a time.  The fact that she ran into nobody made that a bit of a moot point, since she had no reason not to.  But it did give her time to mull over her decision to return.

And return she did.  The mountains were boring and uneventful, even followed as far as where the river split.  Rocks piled on rocks.  The charms of naturalism, outside of enjoying the weather's mighty workings, were lost on the Rivaini.  How anyone could find joy in such dull settings? Beyond her.  But she did know where entertainment could be had.  It involved doing something she rarely did, yet after even twenty-four hours of thought, she came to the conclusion that it might be worth it to see what happened.

If the other was serious about showing up, that is. 

A quick surveyance when she arrived was enough to show her that she was, in fact, there.  Roz arrived around the mark, though there was no way to be sure.  The second day was growing late, so perhaps a bit later than her contact might have expected, but she made no acknowledgement.  Instead she threw a simple greeting, one that announced her presence.  "Hey, Red."