Lost Creek Hollow it was not meant that we should voyage far.

"Time would tell," they used to say to her when she, so eager to please and hungry for every ounce of knowledge they had to give, was merely beginning. Rheia had never held an aptitude for patience despite all that they may claim of her but she tried her best, she faked it well. This was different. The mantra played within her head so often when she'd left them and it had been so sweet-tasting to say it aloud! O chrónos tha deíxei, she said as she picked her way through the foreign hollow - but the bitter taste of her guilt had long since cleansed her palate. They had been right to try and dissuade young Rheia from this heinous pursuit she had fixated upon. This need to find her roots, to see the ocean, to be a part of something new - she had been a part of something and it had been great, it had been home. With a sigh she tried to push that emptiness out but she knew, come nightfall and the arrival of the mother, she would merely continue to mourn her poor decision.