Silverlight Terrace You know me better than I do

The moon was bright tonight, lighting up the land like an offer of mercy. Leonore was silent as she strolled through green grass, barely making a sound as she stepped. It was as though she was afraid of waking a lingering beast.

She had never visited the terrace, never walked so far, but something felt so painfully familiar. It was an ache in her chest, the same felt when reflecting on memories with siblings or Swiftcurrent Creek friends. Once the ache had been pleasant, something she welcomed with open arms, what had changed?

Leonore couldn't know if she would ever stop missing her first home, but the truth was that it was gone now. Nothing was waiting for her. She had mourned it for so long, but it was only in recent weeks that it was so painful.

She hated the cold season, how early the sun would set, how hopeless it made her feel.