Blacktail Deer Plateau I don't wanna hate you

She worried her bottom lip with her teeth—eyes glazing over as she studied the features of the other woman. One would have considered her a dark ebony until they looked to her tail, where it brandished an even darker hue—

—she had been a pretty thing. Hopefully having lived a full life…

Reyson mentioned he would take her to the forest and bury her—and that was where it began. The worrying of her lower lip turned into the softest hint of a lip wobble—the realization that no matter whatever life this woman had lived—she had died utterly alone.

Away from any loved ones. No one knew she was gone.

No one would likely know she was ever gone.

And before Meadow knew it, the tears were beginning to stream down her face, and she abruptly turned away from Reyson, furiously swiping at her cheek to rid the annoying dampness.

Because before she had come to Epoch, was this not always her fate? To live alone, and to die alone?