Swiftcurrent Creek i know how it goes from wrong and right

what was she good at? constantine had told her a few times now that she was a scout-- and she remembered a few of the excursions she'd gone on. but, she hadn't grown up with an itch to explore and map. she'd grown up learning to heal, to run out into the middle of a fight and heal. of course, not every day had been a battle-- but she was stuck in the middle of a cold war and had been trained to expect the worse. so she always did. aria always expected the worse. even now, after all she'd forgotten and remembered.

but she was turning a new leaf. trying to just... be aria-- whoever that was. she was figuring it out, slowly. even if it was different from who she used to be, she'd figure it out.

so today, as usual, as she walked on eggshells around constantine's mate, aria stuck to the outskirts of the territory. patrolling.