Greatwater Lake Or something better, I could care less

It was the same story he would hear again and again—there was no food to be found, not here, not anywhere, and thus they all fled in droves. Whether it was the shifting earth beneath their feet or the displacement from smoke and ash, the lack of food would remain yet another common thing to bind them.

Maybe these were cursed lands, he thought.

"North along the river, towards the sea. Rusalka," he supplied. "The rising tides drove us inland some time ago." That he could attest to, though not much more of what Rusalka had been before such shared misfortune. To think, even where he had stood days ago in a chance encounter was now sundered and trapped in undertow... and to wonder whether or not it would stop soon or spill into their quiet valleys beyond.

sorry for the delay, work ate up my free time. yay holidays.