Whitewater Gorge viii. "i am sorry someone loved you badly"

@Padma (not certain who all would be travelling with her at this point but tagging @Lokie, @Connor, @Condatis, @Aurëwen, @Rosencrantz, and @Falquan for reference and vague pp )

Dusk would draw her from the encampment of their growing group, to wandering the steppes with the idle paws of one who has much on her mind. Vague plans had begun to form - ambitions, dreams, and desires mingling into a dangerous hope. 

A hope that she could accomplish it - despite her youth, despite her foreigner status. With the aide of the other souls at her back they could really make it: find and build a home, make something new. It was exhilarating just as it was terrifying when one considered the responsibility of such an awesome thing. 

Rhælla's meandering would be stopped only by the roar of rapids, by the crevice that opened in the earth - water rushing by below at deathly speeds. The exile turned from the danger, letting the echo of the river's rage fade in her ears as she padded downstream to calmer waters. 

At a peaceful stretch of the Gorge, where the rapids had stilled to a trickle, the nox nymph dared the treacherous ledges - scaling down nimbly to take up a perch on the gravel banks of the shallows, lilac gaze locked upon the slow rythm of the currents in contemplation.