Hushed Willows I crumble underneath the weight

Sif wandered through the cave system for what seemed like forever. At one point, she grew scared that she would never see the light of day again, and her breathing quickened as panic settled in her chest. She almost collapsed in relief when the light of the moon bounced off the rocks a short distance in front of her, and she sprinted towards the opening, sucking in gulps of air once she was outside the caverns once more.

Once she settled a bit, she took a look around, noticing how high up she was and scooted back from the edge of the cliff a little. She could hear the fast falling water from the falls somewhere in the distance. Her golenrod gaze was drawn to the sky, and she could see stars peaking through the clouds occasionally. The stars that had once held joy for her now held only sorrow, and she had to look away as tears formed in her eyes.