Firestone Hot Springs and our throats were bare for god

it seemed that wherever he was headed just about lined up with hers-- meaning she too was headed nowhere. she nodded, trying to remember what wolf she'd known in the past had always called her miss, drawing a blank. it wasn't important anyway, she decided, and merely gave valtamr a small smile in response. when he turned the question back to her, she shrugged and watched the ripples roll away from her and fan out into the water. eventually, they settled and she found herself looking back into her own, luminous gaze. she looked back up.

"i couldn't tell you either," she shared with that same half-smile still smeared across her lips, her brows twitching inwards. "originally, the coast, but now i'm here-- so i suppose i'm just wandering." someone would turn up, she decided, if she would just wander. whether it be constantine or floki or casmir or even deirdre-- or someone else from her past. someone would turn up if she walked for long enough.