Cedar Sweep The wrath of God in a bottle.

The nightmares had returned.

Moonstone has brushed them off, thinking of the as nothing more than a work of her overactive mind. By now, it was safe to assume that her parents had since noticed her prolonged absence and sent their scouts to find her. It was unlike her to think of anything but the most outlandishly positive outcome under any given circumstance, and in this particular situation, it presented itself as staying alive long enough to see what she'd come for.

With heavy steps and an even heavier heart, Moonstone set out southward in search of new surroundings. She'd known that the mountains weren't her preferred environment, but she'd figured she could at least give them a try. Now that the trial run was over, however, she was more than eager to find flat ground. Out of pure coincidence, it seemed that she'd found herself a potential friend, as well. Hello, she called out, hoping to get a decent response.