Lone Star Mountain kiss me hard before you go

Age told her that soon, the leaves would begin to shift in color. The rains were heavy—precarious, at best, given the stream’s flooding, but she knew that now was the time to decide. It was dangerous to travel now, surely, but when the leaves would fall and the rain would change to snow, it could be near impossible should the weather upkeep its heinous pattern.

So she traversed the mountain. There had been an inkling to rediscover Phoenix Maplewood. To try to fit the pieces of muddled puzzle from her childhood and what Morningside had meant to her, but instead, she chose to let go of those ghosts for now. She wanted across the mountain. Perhaps nothing of use lay over there—or, perhaps, it was where she could finally begin to build her life anew. She wouldn’t know until she tried.

The silver arrow flitted across the safer paths of the mountain. As she had left earlier, she would have plenty of time to explore and ensure her safety. Hopefully, along the way as she sought the valleys on the other side, she would also have time to satiate her curiosity as well.