Redhawk Caldera fritter and waste the hours in an off-hand way

For the quest "Tongue Over Teeth." Backdated two days.

Maegi had once been afraid to venture outside of the woods. Even now, she felt some trepidation. Her travels had started out purposeful and ended up in disaster--but wouldn't she have had the same result, going after Ramsay and Euron? Perhaps she wouldn't have ended up at the island, but she still would have been set adrift, cast away from home for moons and moons.

But she must be brave. Almost a year had passed since her birth, and it was time to grow up and face the world. So, with her slow, hobbling gait, she left the trees, heading across the prairie with a determined set to her face.

She began to regret the decision to head toward the mountain when she started to climb it, huffing and puffing just a quarter of the way up. The forest that blanketed the slopes was pretty enough, though, and she stopped to rest, lapping at a trickle that ran down from. . .well, wherever and whatever the top was.

Maegi lay down, chin dripping, and wished that the stream was big enough to fish. But then fish made her think of Undersea, and Rokig, and she got sad all over again.

So she thought of nothing, instead.