Karabela nodded, taking in the lazy sway of the pink blossoms to the gentlest of breezes. "I miss the tall pines but in time the forest will return to what it was. I understand that the fire is healthy for the forest." Her voice trailed off, gaze trailing off to the horizon for a moment. Growing out of the ashes. Well, that was something she'd known about though she was a wolf not a forest. The Tragedy had made her stronger, just as her mother said it was but she wasn't sure she'd call it healthy. Blinking for a moment as if suddenly coming back to herself she turned to Váli with a grin. "It is gorgeous here, I love the peace and quiet… the calm. The air around Abaven has seemed so tense lately I'm really glad to get away for a bit."
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I'll take my throne, lay it on a mountain and make myself a king