Redhawk Caldera We need a home

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To say that Nova was bitter was an understatement. There was no end to the churning of her stomach nor the contempt in her heart; she'd combed every waterway in the Fen once her father had said they were moving, tried to find the source of the contamination. Whatever it was, it was long since decayed to a point she never found it. Her thoughts were with her brother - Mato would not know where they were, how to find them again, and god, did he even care? bitter and upset, Nova had withdrawn into herself and scarcely spoken a word since the brutal announcement. 

When they arrived on the borders Nova was quiet, respectful, every expected behavior of a stranger and a proper example of her parents raising her. It was evident from the behavior of the child younger than they were that she wasn't happy about their arrival, but even as a space was offered to them Nova couldn't provide a smile. She'd lost everything she'd known and cared for in a swift go of things. She did not even outwardly react, waiting to hear the negotiations between her parents and the strangers - well, apparent friends of her father's. Once upon a time she might have listened with rapt attention, wanting to learn to apply it to her own studies....but instead, she was just melancholy. Such was the life of a teenager.

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