Otatso Wetlands I didn't want to leave

mulberry.

though it is her given name, she almost flinches to hear it now.

it is not who she had become in the time spent maturing, learning and leading.

she thinks to tell her mother that, but refrains thinking it may be unkind to tell her that mulberry had been buried for a long time.

she speaks of fury and death — news to bellatrix — who, unfortunately, feels nothing at the news. no relief. no remorse. no guilt for leaving the saints. a stain upon her in these wilds, she cannot help but feel knowing of their infamy and the wolves out for their blood.

i have ... been. it is not much of an answer: but it is the only one that she can give.

the creek is a good home. again, not exactly a real answer. i suppose they are, but i am not close enough with any of them. a making of her own choice.