Ravenshook Cliffs unmoored

Her ear swiveled to catch the sounds of another approaching, but the dark witch couldn't bring herself to care. She was on neutral land, and if some stranger decided to head-butt her off the cliff; well, that would just be her time to go, wouldn't it? And, truth be told, the Mayfair wasn't sure if she thought life was worth living. Emaleth had been unmoored by family for as long as she could remember, but she always held out hope that she would find them. With that hope gone, was life's only point to survive? And what sort of life would that be?

Not exactly, she thrummed as the other halted nearby and spoke. Emaleth turned a graceful head over her shoulder to look at the other, He hangs around like my shadow, but I do not own him. I call him Bran. I don't know why he stays.