Fox's Glade every day, cry out for the pain

she had left kvarsheim behind for a time.

for she had spent the whole night in tears and only seemed to stop crying when the sun rose. without so much as an utterance, she moved off into the world. the glade beyond.

she had considered going to see croo or perhaps the knowledgeable silvertongue.

instead she wanted new faces. new things. anything to distract from the responsibilities and, perhaps, burdens that awaited her.

it was here she found a boy.

large and handsome. everything a good creature should be. everything she was not. for a moment she looked upon him as if he had made the earth itself. in utter awe.

she had forgot to address her presence and by now it may be too late.