Duck Lake [m] Let it go, paint my body gold

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@Lestan

She set off from Kvarsheim with steps lighter than air. She would be a scout, and she wouldn't feel guilty for her absence anymore. Even though she wasn't yet healed, Reverie couldn't imagine just... lying around in one place, waiting to get better. That wouldn't help anything. She needed to be out here, in the wild, part of it.
Reverie had spent so long thinking that she was out of place here. Too soft for the wilds. But this was where she belonged, wasn't it? She was a drifter, one of the many feral and untethered things which lived in the wilderness. Warmth crept through her veins, slow at first. She didn't notice it until it became uncomfortable.
It was that scent again — that scent-feeling-pull, it was so strange! It was stronger here, around this lake, than it had been at the border of Swiftcurrent Creek. As if whoever bore the scent was lingering nearby. Nose low, she followed the trail thoughtlessly. She didn't know who she would find, or what she would do, but she knew that she had to.