Alpine Lake oh whatever that your days may bring

With her residence amongst the Firebirds (presumably) established, Clover was left to her own devices. Reestablishment had proved to be draining, and today, she opted to take a break from all the hustle and bustle of the Copse; Clover had forgotten how exhausting living with family had been. Promising @Finley that she'd return by dawn the next morning, Clover left early in the morning and headed north. Though she was unsure of just what she was going to do while she was away, Clover was confident that she'd find something to occupy her. 

Having spent the better part of the day on foot, Clover sought her recess along the shoreline of Alpine Lake. Gentle wisps of pastel had begun to bleed into the skies overhead, indicating that nighttime was swiftly approaching. Clover sighed at the implication overhead; although the time alone had allowed her to recuperate, she wasn't ready to return home yet. Enjoying the company of herself, Clover watched the sky through the reflection on the lake's surface—presently oblivious of Jarlio's approach.