Lake Rodney just a little bit further, just another push

Cassiopeia's View had not yielded the results she craved and she was loathe to return to Lotte without Roarke. To see the desolation in her Banrion's face would break her heart anew. The loss of the winter's bane had made her reconsider Arturo's offer - if she was this distressed over a child that was her godson, not even her own, how could she face the trials of motherhood with any sense of confidence? Fear had crept into the healer's heart and though she wished to banish it she could not do so. 

The old thoughts, the old way of thinking, the things that Isley had been told time and time again by her mother made her fearful. What if someone had taken Roarke? What if some male had stolen away with their beloved boy? In reality, a stranger's kindness had kept him alive but he was stolen. Hemlock had navigated further from Teaghlaigh and the Hinterlands where his mother had searched and sang her song of sorrow until she could sing no more. 

In the distance was a large body of water and once she had realized it, Hemlock had taken off in a sprint towards the lake. She quenched her thirst before lifting her head at the lake's edge to sound off her howling cries again and again and again for their lost child.