Silvertip Mountain Somebody gimme a beat

June walked with a sweeping gait up the same path FitzDutiful had led her and Mason on what felt like ages ago. For her, time moved slowly. Others seemed to change at a more rapid pace than she did. Even Mason was quite different from the way he was when she left with Gracious not long ago, though June didn't think their bond had changed any in the interim. They were still together forever. But seeing him so grown up and mature in such a short time, while she still struggled to even comprehend complex situations, was sometimes a worrisome thing, one that Humility would never admit got to her on a deeper level.

As she crested the rise and the thunder of the waterfall greeted her, she allowed herself to shed all layers. She was no longer June and she was no longer Humility. Standing in these crystalline waters, June had once chosen her name of Mystic, the wolf she felt herself to be within, just as her father was Trustworthy and her brother was Ranger. That's who she was now as her fiery eyes fluttered closed and she let out a serene breath. Her grief for FitzDutiful flowed in this moment, carried on a sweet breath, and silver tears leaked from her eyes for just a moment. She was seemingly able to lock away all of her sadness by being someone else entirely, for June was only a mask she'd always worn, but Mystic felt it all even if she showed it only here.

She slipped her forepaws into the water, momentarily relaxing into herself and feeling at one with the wind and the spray. It was the most tranquil she'd ever been as she let her shoulders shake with withheld tears and basked in memories of her father as Mystic.

Set prior to the locusts.