No more than a day since the decison had been made in her mind and she was already there again. Well technically, she had never left -- no one but Blue Willow knew that she would depart and no one else would care to search for her if she decided to spend the night outside. To all of them she was just one in the crowd, another head and mouth to feed.
After the mediocre goodbyes exchanged with her former foster mother, she had lingered around the flatlands, sticking close to the edge of the Plateu in hopes she would change her mind or someone would notice her absence, or (the craziest of all) that the Healer would find her scent mingling with the wind and come look for her. Come bring her home like the very fist time.
But none of that happened.
Like the morning after her real mother had vanished, the girl padded around the lands aimlessly, retracing her steps over and over in hopes she would be noticed. But she wouldn't. She was a shadow, and shadows were always meant to fade when the lights went out. Her once radiant optimism was beginning to turn into ashes.
She was alone and would forever be apparently.
With a last chocked whimper she turned again, to retrace her steps for thr twentieth time.
