Northstar Vale Give them nothing, take from them everything.

The move happened. It was all a rush, and there was no time to explain to anyone within Leona's tiny circle of friends that it was happening at all; it had left her speechless and dizzy, only once the little family had settled in their new home did Leona have a chance to catch her breath and begin to process everything.

She knew that her mother had gone on ahead — no mention to the girl as to why, only the increased frenzy of gather this and pack that and carry this and follow me, from her father. It was hard enough trying to keep up with Jack on a routine day, and now Leona struggled to keep track of her brother, or her father, or anyone.

The girl lingered within the greenspace that was the new den. It was so completely different from what she expected of her home; this was nothing like the housing in the canyon, it looked different, smelled different, even felt different! The ground was spongy with moss rather than hard and dry. There were scents of other children here but Leona had not summoned the courage yet to seek them out.

It was all so different, so fast.