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giggling and kicking my feet excitedly >:D hope u don't mind me tossing her in here first!

Wren had not returned to the creek after her — accident.
Instead, she nursed her own wounds. She ate and drank what little she could muster on her own; weakened, now, dangerously so. She spent her days in a limbo cast in the darkglow of shadow. She did not know how long it had been since she had seen her own home, and she did not know if she wished to return.
She missed her terribly; that woman, the one who had never been hers — the one whose name she found herself terrified to speak aloud, as if that too may be stolen from her.
She hobbled the valley, anywhere unclaimed, anywhere she could stay out of sight. Anywhere she would not be a nuisance, not any longer; anywhere she hoped the summer-blossom scent might linger, and yet she never found it. And she cried more often than not.
She was south, now, farther south than she had expected to be. Kvarsheim was not far. She would not dare come close to that border; she, too, knew not what had become of the old man who had hounded her just weeks before, and she would not find out of her own volition.
And what she certainly hadn't anticipated, as if her life could not have plundered downhill any further, was to hear that voice. That voice that she had grown to loathe, a voice that held the pain she now carried as her own.
She approaches on bony, unsteady limbs.
You.