Lost Creek Hollow [Enter awesome title here]

Though the day began to slip into its evening gown, and a chill permeated the hollow that didn't entirely come from the weather, Deshyr was out and about, trying to warm herself up— physically and mentally.

She made a great effort not to come across any of the unfamiliar faces looming about Lost Creek, and this had become something of a game to her over the last few weeks, though she knew it must have disappointed her already ailing parents to some degree. Her brother seemed to be handling things with the most amount of grace and due diligence, but she could not share his steadfastness. 

Approaching the borders at a clipped pace, she was contemplating how difficult a trip back to the Sunspire would be, when she noticed Rueger approaching. It was a massive relief to see him, and not some Valleyer, coming her way. "Rueger!" she shouted, bounding towards him with ungainly, pre-teen stilts she called legs. "How's things lookin' out here?" she asked, momentarily forgetting her plan to run away.