Heron Lake Plateau Demon Boss

It had taken Apple few days more after her meet-up with Rory to make up her mind about, what she should be doing next. Her kaleidoscope mind had calmed down a little, there weren't any blackouts and the old lady had learned to keep track of things and time, and events, so that she would not get lost again. Her memory was like an ocean after a ship-wreck, where various parts of the vessel itself, as well as bits and pieces of interior and stuff from inhabitants was scattered around and floating in the water. Now and then she would catch either a plank, a life-buoy, a plastic cup or other things that were metaphors for actual memories from her long life and they would resurface and she would have a moment of clarity and control over it. But she had come to the realization that she would not be able to rebuild the her mind the way it had been before the stroke had happened. It would take too much time and Apple did not have it.

She managed to provide for herself independently and still enjoyed her travels, except now the lack of routine and rock-solid structure in her life scared her. The world was big, she was small and frail and could easily get lost in it. While much of, what had made her the personality she had once been, had disappeared, her will to live and survive was as strong as ever. The former Blackthorn matron was simply not ready to kick the bucket yet. Therefore she made a choice to exchange her freedom to stability and that was why she stood now on the borders of the Redhawk claim and howled for the leaders to come and meet her. She wanted to join the group for now and take her time to recover.