Swiftcurrent Creek deadly light

The poor girl had returned to the hollow to find it vacant. The scents were still fresh but the absence of any familiarity made her stomach churn and her limbs feel weak, especially after all the effort it had taken for her to climb down to the valley below and back again.
She found the trail through the mountains that Sif had taken—alongside other sisters, and Wardruna, which did not sit well with her at all. This had been home! This was where they were going to stay. What about Refurhol? What about -- What about Rheia? The girl pined for a day or so, listless and alone within the hole Sif had dug.
When she grew tired of this, she made her way in pursuit of her sisters.
So it was that Rheia found herself within this valley. The path had been obscured by monumentous snowfall and the occasional howl of the winds. On more than one occasion the girl thought she'd gotten turned around or, at the very least, stuck in a dead-end. She was tired, hungry, freezing cold, and missing her sister to the point where she thought her heart would stop.
Finally she came upon a sluggish river—and though Rheia was tired she remained skeptical here, for her previous experience still had her wrattled.