Northstar Vale it's oh so quiet

ember had meandered a bit.

not too much, she thought. still kept the vale in her sights; still remained at a low elevation; still still still—

but she knew in her heart that she'd been naughty.

with a bit of sheepishness, she crossed the border again, nose twitching at the collection of scents there. 

some she knew well—her father! and the scarred man!

some she did not.

the girl noted the dandelions growing at the edge of the valley and began to snuffle around in them, rolling onto her back as if she'd not a care in the world;

but she did. she did care, actually. 

she'd been naughty.

referencing me going inactive for a tad!