Arrow Lake your fight is over

@Kynareth Deagon, @Derg; fastforwarding this a week or so? vaguey-vague.

smoke cloys in the air; painting the afternoon a hazy grey. it's tangy; of burnt wood and charcoaled cedar that taints the air and masks the scents she would otherwise smell. because of this, arrow lake smells different but she recognizes it all the same. aside from the strange smoke originating from somewhere far in the distance that brings a modicum of concern to praimfaya, she keeps going.

her trip to visit her parents' grave was unplanned, but it feels right. she has a lot of questions about herself ...and while she does not expect answers she hopes that she can find some peace — peace with her mercurial behavior and peace with motherhood, as to which she's wanted so fiercely until she had it.

the boulder is, strangely, a comforting sight and draws nearer to the place where her fathers bones rested buried by her in her grief ( presumably they are still there ) and the boulder that had stolen her mother's life. hei. she croons out the greeting and settles back upon her haunches, taking in the place of her childhood; still and quiet.