Redhawk Caldera I will be waiting for you on the other side of the frozen pines

The late spring sun warmed the land with an idyllic glow. Radiant beams sharpened the colours of the field of waving grass, and the wind eddied through the blades in a pulse of ebbs and flows. Their golden strands tickled against her and hid her from the eyes of those who might be watching - much like the waters she had been pulled from and followed until she'd turned toward the mountain and found herself here, where the memories ached like a nearly remembered dream.

This place meant as much to her as the mountain, but there were many things different, and many lives missing. Scents scattered here and there, fresh but unfamiliar, and not what she sought. They meant nothing to her - but this place did, and Muse rolled over with a heavy sigh, and tried to piece together the things she remembered. He had been here with her, laughing beneath the darkening sky - but tonight, the stars would receive a silent welcome.