Larksong Grotto white fog

he was like her. not from here. lousine took comfort in that. her eyes found his again and held them for a long stretching beat. lousine's own family had never been fond of staying in one place for too long. always following the changing of the season; running from cold and chasing herds, blessing the earth as they went.

how far was she from home?

far, she responded. far enough, now, i suppose. i'm on my own out here, you know. i don't really know why i left. i guess i wanted to see more. feel more.

and she certainly was feeling more now.

are you alone, faust?