Verdant Basin ignite

It had been days now since she'd last seen her brother. To some degree she worried for him. She wondered too, alongside her misgivings, if he had turned back for home and the promise of battles to come? No warrior wishes to follow a seer on any path; they diverge too often, and Saga knows it was never his intent to be chosen for this. She needed no protecting — or so she thought now, in the softer lands of the south — and so she would not concern herself too much with thoughts of him. Beyond the great need Saga held for the resolution of her quest, she greatly missed her home. Thoughts of her brother would inevitably lead back there. Thus, she would have to shut off her mind when it wandered back to him — she could do this on her own, as she often did things.

As the girl loped across the lowlands she scented water, and deviated her course. It was not the salt of the sea that pulled at her heartstrings, but a great thirst that had instilled itself within her body when she climbed the mountain; and so she stopped when the brook became more readily apparent, carefully found a place to root herself, and drank deeply. As she dipped her head for a second taste there came a rustling in the foliage to her right flank, and her head shot up — her eyes wide and surprised, then narrowed, as she turned and scrutinized the realm around her. A line of water dribbled off of her chin, but she paid this no mind. She was not a vain creature, and cared little if how she looked perturbed others. 

Perhaps it was her companion returned to her?
After some moments of waiting, of watching, there was only emptiness. Saga exhaled sharply from her nose, licked her lips, and resumed her bobbing for water.