Fairspell Meadow look alive, sunshine

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@Nebula

Rusalka had simply been too chaotic for the girl; she’d left swiftly after the changes in leadership, dropping Stanley only briefly to howl a farewell to @Derg as she'd fled across the borders. He'll be fine without me, she'd told herself, he's strong. Unlike her.
She's far from the coast now — so far she doesn't think she'll ever see the golden sands or the crashing blue waves again. But that's okay with her; they only remind her of Derg. They remind her that she is alone, truly, for the second time in her life, this time by choice. She pauses in her trek, glancing skyward briefly before the glare of the mid-morning sun forces her gaze to lower again. She leans down, carefully nestling Stanley among a clump of flowers in preparation to try her luck at hunting. She's never been much good at it, but she's terribly hungry — and it can't be that difficult, right?