Redhawk Caldera Spring and Meadows

You miss them, huh? Bridget asked, guessing at the reason for the sudden wistful expression on Amalia’s features. It wasn’t hard for her to understand that. She’d loved her own family quite a bit, but the occasional wondering about how they were didn’t change the fact that she’d found a new life for herself here. She imagined Amalia felt the same.

That’s a good way to describe it. Pressured silence, I guess. But not pressured by anyone here in particular. Just… a feeling. She looked at the Caldera’s edge and sighed.

I love it here. It’s the closest I’ve found to a home since leaving mine. But I sometimes wonder if I’m not built for homes. I can do so much more to help when I travel.

She used to think of herself as a hunter before her leg. Now she still did, but in a different way - and she wondered suddenly if that was a part of the problem. Maybe she just needed to challenge herself a little more. She’d grown complacent.