Silverlight Terrace benevolent surrealism

@Hydra

She had, in a way, failed. No degree of searching could turn up any hint of her sisters from the Malkaria, let alone sign of Eshamun. Ragna returned to the Wilds frustrated, angry, hurt. This felt like a betrayal. How could Eshamun have left them, and for the love of a man? Wasn't the love of the Malkaria enough? (Wasn't her love enough?)

The copse was empty when she came back. So, too, was the bay. Who was she without the Malkaria? Szymon was gone, she didn't think he and his would evacuate the bay so easily. Who could promise her family still lingered?

Desperation drove her inland, where she might find her brothers. Last she knew, Charon and Floki still ruled Moonspear. Perhaps there she could find rest.

It was night when she reached the base of the mountain, and she was tired, and afraid of what she might (not) find. So she lay down on the terrace, rest her head upon her paws, and slept.