Blacktail Deer Plateau safe upon your bed of moonlight

It had been so long, it was hard to recall specifics any longer.  There were certain events, however, she'd carry as long as she lived.  Betrayal, she said, and time had worn away the sting so effectively that it came out almost casually.  It was unfortunate, but in the end, for the best.  I wouldn't change it.  There were a few things she would change; Ironsea, Drageda, last spring.  The last weighed perhaps most of all, unspoken and silent.  But she wouldn't take back her coming here, not when this was where she'd truly found a life worth having.