Firefly Glen do you ever really know?

Clover had left ... again—as life with the Firebirds had been too much for her to handle. Needing yet another breather, she fled; living with her family made her feel emotions that she couldn't entirely comprehend. Clover loved her independence, and living with family did not satiate her need for personal space. 

Coincidently enough, Clover had been nearby when Jarilo's summons had sounded. She had begun to harbor many, extreme emotions, and had no answers as to why she was feeling the way she was. Traveling eastward, Clover sought somebody who might know what was going on with her body; @Finley's talk of the birds and the bees was long forgotten. 

By the time that she skirted the borders of Neverwinter Forest, Clover's heat had begun, sending her into a panic. Heading south, she sought the mutual territory of Firefly Glen, unsure of what was going on; her impending death was the only thing that came to mind when she contemplated what was happening to her body. 

The sun was setting as Clover's journey stilled, and sought refuge in a patch of tall grass along the borders of Ouroboros Spine. Once she had settled down, and uncertain of how much time she had left to live, Clover called for @Jarilo. If this was it, then she knew that she had to see him one last time.