Neverwinter Forest well, i am the rose you relinquished again

A shake of her own sun-kissed head, she responds. 

"Neither have I, actually. Solharr and I crossed paths in a glen just southeast of here not too long ago, and I have been following him ever since." A soft smile forming on her lips as the memories of her recent past comes forth as if drawn out by her words. Gone were the days of wandering, for she now had a place to call home and these memories to cling to if the darkness of the past year decides to try and drown her again. There was now a light to follow should she ever feel lost.

 She looked at him curiously. "Speaking of, the Hárkonungr has moved the pack to the Quarry. We are currently staking our claim there. There was--are too many memories here." There was uncertainty in her attempts to recollect if Ezra was in attendance when Solharr announced the move. In any case, Fleur had only just joined Forneskja then, and she had been almost too in shock at being around others to truly take in appearances and names.

"You will come? To the Quarry? I know what it's like to be left behind and...well, I'd hate to see that happen to you. Come back with me?" Her plume waved gently with a hint of excitement, her lips still plastered on her face, eyes bright.