Greatwater Lake now i just fall down

Thankfully, whatever foulness rested in that bad cut of meat had passed from her system. The process was neither easy nor pretty, but it was done, and Lilitu moved on, leaving that dank forest and those trembling, gasping moments behind.

But in pain's wake was exhaustion, and as she reached the shores of the great lake, she all but flopped down to the frosty ground, sprawled on her side, propped up on an elbow.

There were gulls overhead; she wondered why they weren't at the sea. Near enough for them to travel, she thought. Their pale forms cut tiny shapes in the dark bulk of the mountains that rose up, a wall between the plains and what lie beyond.

The mountains. She wasn't sure if she wanted to set foot there or not. The scene of some of her happiest memories—when her family had been intact, and life had been simple.

Her one-eyed gaze rested upon the jagged peaks, weary. Contemplative.

She'd blend in there, at least—grayscale pelt against the rocks. Maybe that was what she needed just now: to disappear completely.