Broken Antler Fen Bye, bye, miss chair model lady. . .

Don't be sorry, Lilitu cut in quickly, before Cinna could have a chance to wallow in it. You didn't know. And the moment was soon forgotten as the girl grew excited over the mountains, and Lilitu let out laughter like a brook gurgling downstream: easy, bubbly and free.

Maybe when it's warmer, she remarked. They're all covered in snow now. It's not even really an easy trip in the summer, though many do it.

She sighed, the sound wistful. But it's beautiful. You can see everything. She closed her eyes, picturing the alpine sprawl before her. I was born in this big valley there; it was so green, and the sky was so blue. It was perfect.

Despite all that had occurred, she really didn't think any place would ever be as perfect as the once-home of the Empire.

They went on down the path, talking of things that once were and times that could be.