Bitterroot Valley but now she won't be going back with the rest

Angel shrugged, about to say that it was no big deal, and all part of growing up. But when Elowyn shared something that was definitely not part of growing up, Angel fell silent instead. Her own stories of loss came to mind, and she thought to share them with the girl in solidarity — but perhaps now was not the time.

"I am sorry, Elowyn. I hope that this will become a home and a family to you."

She had decided then, she realized. She would come back. She would make this her home. She felt inexplicably drawn to Elowyn, and perhaps more understandably to Sega. The land was beautiful to her as well, the wide open spaces a balm to her wandering spirit.

"We should find something nice to decorate this place," she said, perhaps too quickly. "This fox fur is my traveling pelt — but we can hunt something pretty for you as well. I will make you a fine pelt of it. For you to wear, or to sleep on."