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The mist that had settled over the vale and the cloudy heavens insinuated a different type of weather in the coming hours. Arika was unaware of that however, blinking harshly as she adjusted to the white lighting, stepping out of the den. The girl shook her coat out at the frigid autumn chill, sighing afterward.

She quietly looked around at the ruddy leaves, the death of them bringing beauty. Arika sat down outside the den, content to have the fresh air with how much she'd been confined to their small home. Her health was no longer on a decline, but she was significantly smaller than she should be and keeping weight seemed to be a struggle, catching up to the others seemed to be stretch. Regardless of her initial longing to be play alongside her siblings, or the other children in Epoch, she had let it go. Arika was a grouch of a child, or perhaps just introverted, her affable nature reserved for her mother, seeking her praise and affection with enthusiasm. Perhaps it would grow for others with time.