Serpent Lake skin like daffodils

Cousin! Let us go bowling!

For once she exited the forest without the drive to consume the poppy seeds that had taken control of her mind. Such pangs came fewer and fewer, driven away the longer her body went without the precious nectar. She still desired it so, it niggling at the back of her mind, but it was lesser now, and her brain was clearer. Sharper, broken ice.

She did not go towards the territories of Redhawk or Moonspear, instead exiting through the Creek and heading south, away from the tumult. She searches for peace in the white expanse, some kind of place away from the dark oppression of Blackfeather Woods. It had been a long time since she had been this way, the area becoming more familiar with each step she takes.

The Mesa soon fills her western horizon, the lake feeding from its peak still flowing despite the cold. She approaches it, but hesitates upon seeing a dark figure by its shores.