Blacktail Deer Plateau When, when we came home

There was a pause, a near silent gasp, and a moment of clarity set to pass before Sorrel was finally able to comprehend fully what had just happened. A part of her didn’t want to believe it; maybe it was a coincidence, maybe this was a dream. Yes! Maybe this was a dream and Sorrel was lying somewhere comatose, the cold having taken over her body. If she was meant to wake up, god she hear, she wished with all of her might that it didn’t happen before she could give her brother a proper hello. 

Sorrel nodded her her head and tried to speak — It’s me, Addy. It’s me! — but the words didn’t make it past the backs of her teeth. Even if she’d had the ability to say something, anything, Sorrel was sure that it would have taken the life out of her. All this time she had been searching for a way back home, and here, home had found her.