Falls of the Hinterlands Mama, we're meant for the flies

She'd wandered aimlessly for a long time now.
Too long.
She followed the rains, preferring the coolness the sowed and the life they brought to the lands.
Though, the routes they made were dangerous.

But she did it.
She had made it back to the cliff where Laroche had...he had...
And Valour...Bronwen...
Everything she'd made had left her, an empty shell.

She didn't know if she could keep on walking.
But the rains was all she could hold on to, at least until the winter when it would turn to snow and ice.

Her bones ached.
Her body was made too small, too lithe and cruelly developed. And birth had ruined her.
She walked with pronounced limping in her hind legs, her muscles aches and bones ground together.
She wished she'd stayed home. Not left with Mor.

She looked up the rise, the big black peak that jutted out like a big black smear.
Death.
She watched the peak, rain spotting down on her and she suddenly found herself knee-deep in water.