Swiftcurrent Creek and I am beholden to no gods here.

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Her attempted journey, and subsequent return to the Creek, has drained the last of the fight from her. She feels weak; broken. All of the fire and sharp edges that had made her have dwindled and dulled to nothing in the face of her life's most recent tragedy. Ruenna's departure has only deepened her sorrow; she can't help but feel she's lost the closest thing she'd had to a friend. She's been listless, sleeping often and spending her waking hours wishing she'd died back at the Plateau. Or in that plain where Aditya had found her, perhaps.
Or with Rosalie, as she'd deserved.
But nothing in life is that easy, and though she remains ignorant at first, the call at the borders is one to remind her of that. She doesn't know why she feels compelled to answer; perhaps the lingering anger and wariness following her encounter with the dark man at the borders. Later, she might call it twisted fate. She sees Kavik first from a distance, and then past him a woman with stark white fur. She slows to a halt as she watches the way he greets her, ears pulling forward to catch his words — but she doesn't need to hear him to understand who this is, watching the way he embraces her. Liri.
She turns before she can think about it — before she can think anything at all. She goes blindly for the borders, face hot with shame and eyes stinging as she realizes that she can't face her. She can't meet the eyes of the woman whose life she'd ruined, stolen. All her life she has accepted each challenge readily, even eagerly at times — yet with one swift, cruel blow, she's been reduced to a broken, miserable thing. She wishes she'd died before she'd even been born.