Lost Creek Hollow we would only hold on to let go

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They moved along, falling into an easy rhythm along the swath of terrain where the borders inevitably wavered. Mordecai's gaze shifted to what lied through the outskirts of the forest, a forest in which thinned considerably as it opened itself back up to the rush of terrain that had brought them so swiftly down towards the woodland to begin with.

"Wanted a change, I guess you could say," he said softly, chuckling. That was quite a loaded question, and one he didn't quite know how to answer and yet avoid answering altogether. It was complicated. "I suppose you could say we're either late dispersals, or repeat ones. A bit of both, really. Wanted to settle somewhere else and see what happens." Technically it had been more of Harlyn's thing to do the settling, but he found that he was coming around to the idea of sticking to one place more and more. Somewhere over the last couple of years, things had changed fundamentally for him. He was willing to chalk it up to age, if nothing else.

Pausing at a scent marker briefly to "refresh" it, he returned the question once he had finished. "What about you and your sister? Not very often I see siblings travel together." And if she evaded the question, well, he wouldn't take offense to it either. They all had their demons and the way Mordecai tried to see it, whatever had happened, happened. There was little they could do to alter the past and ultimately the best thing they could do was focus on the present and future. Yet if only it were that easy.