Horizon Ridge a lannister always pays their debts

She didn't want to rip Titmouse away so quickly from the island, not so soon after she had arrived. And she was content to stay for a little while, anyway; Undersea had the kind of healing atmosphere that even Blackfeather Woods lacked. But it wasn't home—nothing but the dark forest ever would be. Her pragmatism was appreciated, she was sure, but she yearned to return, and soon.

Maegi scratched the itch with frequent trips across the sandbar to the mainland. Today she stood upon the ridge, looking down upon the bleeding-sap woods and the beach and sea beyond. If she turned, she could see the rest of the mountains—turned a little further, and there were the plains.

A dark blotch among the plains? That might just be home. It might as well be.

The girl sighed, the sound stolen by the wind. The scolding she would receive from Relmyna and Kove upon her return was painful to consider, but even more painful was the prospect of never returning at all. She could bear a tongue-lashing, but not perpetual exodus. She had to go back.

@Cassiopeia