Lake Rodney if you never try you certainly won't succeed

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Their trip to Lake Rodney had been unusually quiet, but Andalusia didn't press for conversation. While Sebastian held his nose to the ground, the Ostrega held hers to air, mouth partially agape as she breathed in the tapestry of scents that interwove the atmosphere. The familiarity of the Caldera had faded to give way to an earthier, wilder smell. On other occasions Andalusia would have welcomed the shift, but here the dissolution marked a vacancy of the ones they looked for and filled her with a frustrated energy she only quelled by pressing on.

And silence followed them, until a howl cascaded off the surface of the lake to meet them. Andalusia pricked her ears - but she recognized the desperate note as neither Nova nor Pearl, and the chill of hope subsided to a bitter twist in her chest. Still, the other's voice stirred something, and she exchanged a glance with Sebastian before shifting her course in tandem and bounding toward the source. While neither Nova nor Pearl, they would heed this call.

When they approached the girl, Sebastian offered their introduction, pithy and to the point, but Andalusia found herself squinting with a furrow of her brow. "You." She interrupted, and leaned in with a deep and searching breath. Herby and sharp. Red fur between the branches. Andalusia's eyes widened with the dawn of recollection, and she took a dancing step forward, practically blurting out, "You! I know you - " But her tongue hid the red girl's name from her, and after a few silent attempts and a shake of her head, she breathed a curse and said, "You're the healer. The one from the strath." But in her mind, the other's desperate howl and Sebastian's question only echoed. Who was she looking for way out here?