Swiftcurrent Creek Writing letters addressed to the fire.

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After stewing in her thoughts for far too long, Eshe decided that it was time to put her big-girl panties on and apologize to @Arric. It’s been an intense moment for the both of them, but, ultimately, she had been in the wrong—and unhinged. She cringed whenever she thought about how she’d behaved.

She knew that he woke up early to meditate, so she figured that’d be the best time to catch him. It would be early enough so they could talk in private.

She wandered along the creek carrying a bundle of lavender. She wanted to give him something, as a gesture of good faith—an olive branch, of sorts.

As she walked, she spotted a familiar figure up ahead. She quickened her pace and woofed, hoping to catch his attention. She didn’t know much about him—just that he was new, which was interesting given the recent border embargo—and she hoped to get to know him a little better and make him feel welcome.