Greatwater Lake the touch is cold

Vain enough to agree, Opalia rumbled a soft note to say she wasn't about to object.. but there were conflicting feelings roiling in the meantime. Who did she want her to be?

Her teeth clenched over the true answer. Emotions wrung out by grief, her frustration follows it, even the reminder of it--and why she's out here at all. The gona takes a deep breath for herself. I don't know, she said, quieter than her last words. Anyone I don't have to lose, she said, cryptic, icier then as well. After watching her brother die slowly for days, and then concluding that Praimfaya might not be coming back on her own accord, Opalia was hurting in strange ways. They were the last, best bonds she had that had traveled with her through time so far.. Eventually she just sighed, then finally lowered her head to drink, ears splaying apologetically before she regrouped, now with water drops on her chin.

Sorry. Saarthal, the yearling sighed because she wanted to test the name on her own tongue, and right herself at once. It has been a long few weeks, she shook her head, then her coat as she pivoted away from the shoreline's most immediate reach. Are you a wanderer? she asked, choosing to run with more curiosity, lest she remember what ailed her.