Mudminnow River a fallen star

Ego.

For awhile, she believed that to be her name for how often hushed whispers about her carried that word. Irene refused to believe it though and yet she found herself now on foreign lands cursing those who had casted her out.

"It wasn't my fault!" She cried out as anger manifested in a form of tears. She was no stranger to tears, but when real she only let fall in times where she found herself alone and now solitude was all she found. And so on her trek west, she followed the river up until now as it had slowly progressed into more murk than water.

"So stupid."

Hunger would soon begin to rise as winter had begun to take hold of the land and prey scarce. Irene always hated winter for this and that her vibrant pelt made her stand out like oasis in a desert. Annoyed, Irene sat herself near the river's edge as small minnows seemed to scatter at the sight of her.