Phoenix Maplewood not from others

@Desdemona

She didn't notice the heavy scent of the maples anymore. Oh, sometimes she still looked to the mountains (when they were visible between the boughs) and longed to set her eyes on Moonspear, to breathe in the cool, pine-scented air - but the scent of Morningside was no longer seemed so cloying or unpleasant. It was simply a part of life, and there were far more worrying things for her to dwell on.

Like her leg. She could feel it getting stronger, but it still failed every test she put it through. It seemed that time would truly be her only savior, but doing nothing was not an option, either. She put her mind to this whole repayment thing and was dissatisfied with the conclusion that she'd come to - Alya had nothing to offer Morningside's chief.

But her fishing was getting better, and she had not yet poisoned anyone by her attempts to heal the masses. That was comforting, even if it was rather boring. She would much rather have spent her time exploring, but the state of her leg was such that she did not yet dare to go far. For the most part, she rested in her little forest bed, looking up at the maple leaves during the day and by night, watching as more and more of the night sky was revealed to her. Autumn was coming, and as the leaves fell upon her bed, the branches above her grew more barren. It was beautiful in a painful, depressing sort of way.

On this day, she was back at the creek, resting her sore ankle in the cool waters as she waited for another fish to come by. It was slow, boring work, but what else could she do with her time?