Otatso Wetlands There once was a bittersweet man

His growl finally gave her reason to take a step back. Vermouth's advice was sound, but Leonore would not heed it; he was not responsible for her, and so she had no reason to listen to him. He was not her father.

You're strange, Vermouth. She stared for a moment longer before pushing past to go the way he had came from. She planned to walk North until she had found something, and he would not be the one to stop her; there was nothing at home she wished to stay for, not today.

A part of her hoped she would find Shark. Whether it was the river or a bird that carried him off, it stopped somewhere.

Ty for the thread!