Phoenix Maplewood and way down we go

if she was not glued to @Spiritwalker's side, it was aditya's.  he had been absent lately; some kind of invisible rift had settled in morningside and although it was larger than she could possibly understand its effects still concentrated in her with perhaps a deeper recognition than she should have.

when aditya went on excursions, she was always frightened that he wouldn't come back.  she slipped from the territory unnoticed — or so she thought.  she had not traveled but half an hour when @River arrived at her side and together they traversed the wilds.  too-small and either blisfully unaware or just unconcerned with the dangers that the open and unprotected lands yielded, she toddled after the leader's scent.

when she arrived on the scene the emotion was what hit her first.  she pressed up against river, both of them thus far unnoticed, as the tension hit her like a sack of bricks.  it reminded her of when daddy died — fear gripped her chest as she pulled herself from river and threw herself between the two estranged spouses and the traveling band as she cried, a-a-di-daddy!