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

There was no hiding the vaguely crestfallen expression that danced briefly across her features but, with the girl's admission came the truth and a word that sounded almost like, Mountain? Yes, she knew this much. It was pertinent that Rheia learn at least a little, and the way that particular word flowed across her tongue was not as bad as others.

The smallest of gestures brought Rheia's attention to the darkness on the horizon and she felt a pang of regret when she spied the far-off edge of a range. The girl took a moment to center herself and not let herself grow too emotional with these thoughts of her sisters, although it seemed as if Sif was determined to undermine this. Her query was met with a quick look, then Rheia diverted her eyes to the ground and she mumbled pathetically, N-no... um, Rheia of -- mountain, but no.. 

With a flick of her eyes and a few sweeping gestures she looked around but it was harder to tell where she'd come from; there was no way to indicate where her mountain was. It didn't matter now anyways. She fixed her attention back on Sif with a sad little smile, determined to stay composed, and tried to ask: Rheia... and Sif? Home -- mountain? P-please. The girl didn't mind that they'd just met - she held a kinship with all women, trusted in them and loved them equally, and this one was just as kind as the next from Rheia's limited experience.