Dragoncrest Cliffs and suddenly,

All welcome!
Setting Sequoia Forest, dawn, post-war & post-excursion. Takes place after this.
Time Forwarded to 12/30-1/5

Aure had come up from the shores hours ago, having stayed out in the elements for the better part of the evening. Those who had spoken to her earlier had been able, to some extent, allieve the self-ridden guilt that had occupied her mind. Perhaps it would always linger, in the back of her too-feeling mind. Hell if she knew.

What she did know, despite her hurting conscience, was that she wanted to mingle. Actually mingle. The brana who was so isolated, so unassumingly hiemal, now was Drakru—and wanted to interact. Learn. Grow not just with herself, anymore, but with others. For all her life, she had only ever placed the importance of survival on Vonnaruil or herself—but after that outing with Tux... she wasn’t just concerned with herself, now. Her own survival didn’t matter anymore. The survival of the time and of the memories she’ll create with Drageda matter more than anything. Mean more than anything.

For now, she would put her brother out of mind, and figure out how to subdue Rakk later.

Now, she slowly traced her way around the gleaming expanse of the winter lake; making use of her long, long legs to flurry from boulder to boulder and creating a little game out of it, she supposed. How long had it been since she’d really smiled, or laughed? How many years had swept by since she’d really had... fun?