Morningside Cuesta if you can't be good, be gone

the thought of adventure, of journeying, brought a grin to her face, unbidden. she had no emotional attachment to this place, and while it was a good place, she wouldn't miss it - more places where calling, in Morningside had grown stagnant. "I know a place! It's a big forest, north of a wetland, east of here - I saw it when I was adventuring with - when I was adventuring." she finished, suddenly sheepish, cheeks hot as she gave away the little secret she had kept for so long. Aoife and her adventures were a thing of the past, now...something she felt mildly nostalgic about, and often wondered what had happened to the woman. 

Kieran's words had her twist to face him, regarding him with a bit of confusion, then surprise. Hawthorn. She had almost forgotten the boy, which brought forth an odd bit of shame. " Kieran, I haven't seen him - scented him - for months. A few months. He's gone - long gone."  she stated, matter-of-fact words softened slightly by confusion and a bit of tact, knowing the boys had been close. But Hawthorn - he had been gone since early spring. Why did the boy ask of him now? her brow furrowed, and her gaze remained fixed on the boy, a the slightest bit of pity in her gaze, hardly readable unless one searched for it.