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life was peaceful here, like it had been on the glacier. very different, in terms of scenery and climate--but the peace was the same. peace, and the souls that called this place home were kind. Tahani couldn't have asked for better for her daughter.

for herself?

the healer saw no alternative to staying here. she couldn't take Currituck back to the glacier; it was clear the girl was miserable among the ice and snow. and her knowledge of the surrounding area was incredibly deficient. even if she had a place in mind, she'd no idea how to get there. the island would have to do.

which, when put that way, it sounded like a punishment. it was not. it was peaceful here. Tahani spent her time collecting plants within the forest, and walking the beach, a novelty to her. there were little shells here and there, shiny things that she was entranced by, and were she not so choosy in what she decided to collect, she would have taken them back to her caches.

one in particular stood out--a glittering rock, half-buried in the sand, deposited by the sea. Tahani nosed at it, picking it up gingerly with her teeth. she cleaned the sand from it; it tasted of salt and metal, a trinket from the depths of the ocean. the sun bounced off its many ridges, like a tiny disco ball (not that she knew what those were). it made her smile.

she was smiling much more often, these past days.