Kintla Flatlands o wild west wind, thou breath of autumn's being

Cameo, just maintaining visibility for Electra.  Please feel free to see her come and leave! ❤️

Her brother's voice breaks her thoughts; he is calling some of their group for homecoming.  The names continue until finally, he lands on hers.  She feels slighted by this somehow; he had an entire crowd he could call on and share his joy with.

She realizes, belatedly, that she is alone here.  It makes her feel out of place, like something that didn't belong. Maybe it wasn't true.  But maybe it was, and it really stuck in her craw.  With a newfound bitterness and uncharacteristic apathy, she lopes towards the forming crowd, stopping at a distance.

She really has no place to show her face at this happy gathering and ruin it with her sourpuss mood, so instead she turns to the woods — her new home — to find somewhere to sleep the rest of the day off.