Greatwater Lake the touch is cold

Unwittingly, she felt her ears press backwards and the nod was not easy to deny. It was hard, and quick for a contender of worst she had ever know. She felt like a whole mess, even if she could use the guise of purpose to help hold it together somewhat--so long as she still had a goal, right? But it wasn't easy and she hurt.

Then, she tipped her head curiously while trying to settle on past herself, and the awful, all-consuming burning in her chest. Saarthal had not faulted her, however, and something unspoken said quite the opposite.. if she was not too presumptuous. Not by choice..? she asked, careful with the inquisitive inflection. She knew it could be for a lot of reasons. After Drageda had relinquished the cliffs and dissolve, she had been in quite the same situation.. even if her and Dacio had each other, at the least. But, of course, everything circled back to him.

I run with Moonspear. But, I'm out.. looking for someone, she added, searching Saarthal's fiery eyes for recognition. Trying to clear my head too.. or get it together, I guess. I worry she might not be coming home on her own but.. I have no idea, she grimaced and shook her head, then stepped away from the waters with a huff; why did she feel the need to be so candid? Having misplaced her wanheda so soon after Dacio's loss had her a right mess. She turned more towards Saarthal. She's light silvers.. with dark marks by her eyes. Younger than me, she added. Names, titles, whatever else--it probably didn't matter much more than that.