Dragoncrest Cliffs And though i made you gentle for a time

It took a while before Yami found the will to get up and start moving again. She'd never felt so low and so awful in her life. The days had passed around her while she sulked in her own woes, going back and forth feeling sorry for herself and feeling justified in everything she'd done. Yami might have laid in the grotto forever were it not for the other emotion that had pestered her into action--Loneliness. For all of her bluster and all of the things she'd done in her life that would've suggested the opposite, Yami desperately craved companionship. She wanted to find somewhere in this fucked up, piece of shit world that she belonged. So, there was nothing for her to do but to get up and start moving again, no matter how difficult it was to do so. And boy, was it a fucking bitch.

The next problem on the list was she didn't know where to go or what to do. Part of her wished her brothers had succeeded in taking her back to Moonspear with them. Of course, in that fantasy, they had actually greeted her with hugs and affection and not violence and anger because, as we've seen, it would never work otherwise. At her lowest moments of all, she wished she hadn't bailed on Firefly. But then she realized how utterly pathetic it was to wish she was the mate of some fucked up psychopath just so she wouldn't be alone, so she stopped wishing that and started feeling like she was a fucked up psychopath for wishing it in the first place.

Eventually, for some reason Yami couldn't explain herself, she found her way to the coast. She couldn't say she had been happy at Rusalka, but it had been a hell of a lot better than her current situation. Not that it really mattered, of course, because there was no way she was crawling back to them and go beg that they let her back into their ranks. She would never sink that low.

Aaaaaaaaaaaand yet, here we are.

Yami picked her way through the territory, wondering if she had taken a wrong turn somewhere. She'd been surprised at herself to discover that the coast had somehow gone from beside her to way below her while she'd traveled. Apparently she'd been too busy agonizing over the dramas of her life to notice. She'd turned away from the cliffs to try and find another way down, which had lead her here. Here being... where?

With an aggravated growl, the yearling dropped heavily to her haunches, lifted her head skyward and shut her eyes, unwittingly doing so just outside of where the stranger lurked. She clearly hadn't actually retained that lesson about how she needed to pay better attention to her surroundings and stop getting lost in agonizing over her own drama. But! She was getting impressively good at agonizing over her own drama, so... #winning?