Kintla Flatlands it will come back

his name brings to mind no memories save for the night she saw the dancing lights. "I think they're called fireflies." she does not think that this man has any resemblance to the dancing figments of light; he is dark and scarred and foreign. someone her mothers know, then, and while normally she would not care much for him, the yawning void Rosalyn should occupy in her life prompts her to echo back, "my mothers?" a beat later, "have you seen rosalyn?" it was her fault she was gone in the first place, clementine wrangled with that daily. should it not also be up to her to find her, if she could, bring her back. she wants to turn tail and make haste back to the plateau, but obligation stays her paws and keeps her rooted here. 

she tries very hard to ignore the leg, though feels as repulsed by it as two magnets set tail to tail. that is a latter matter, surely, though it certainly does not contribute to her waning desire to stay here.