Greatwater Lake the vagrant rover life

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Intuition drew her westward, following cloud-heavy sunsets with a faith that rivaled the devout. She skirted the bowled valley when returning this way, unwilling to meet the child-pack again. Neither the regal teen-alpha or his insubordinate crow had left anything to be desired there, and Ixchel was naturally inclined to avoid conflict where possible. She gave the vale a wide girth, though quickly fell victim to the fatigue of altitude and the unnaturalness she felt being upon oceanless cliffs. The foreboding crags, stale and stagnant with no visible waves to carve and wash them, could not feel more unsettling to the white-capped swimmer, but she braved them nonetheless. She could not explain for herself why she wanted to visit what was west of the unsettling palisades, though this uncertainty held no weight to her in the grand scheme of things.

And so through the north Sunspires she went.

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