Would the fates be kind to them? Truthfully, they hadn't been overly kind to her these last few seasons, and overall Ivy tended to be more of a realist rather than an optimist. "We can only hope," she spoke, almost wistfully, as she let her gaze fall to the surface of the lake once again. There were quite a few things she hoped might change in the upcoming season, mostly regarding her family; reuniting with them would be a welcome relief, but until then she'd keep searching. What else could she do, honestly?
A few long cattails swayed nearby in the night breeze, grabbing her attention for a moment. "There were quite a few, not too long ago. My brother had the grand idea to cease our family's wandering ways to settle down here... though I think his eyes were bigger than his stomach," Ivy explained with a dry laugh. Did she blame him? No. But perhaps his ambitions had been recklessly high. Even now, she would support him if he returned and tried to revitalize Kesali, but she wouldn't hide her hesitations from him. She hadn't before, and she wouldn't now, but her concerns would never stop her support and dedication. It never could.
"But I'm not quite sure where they've gone off to." Maybe they'd gone back home, though she'd caught enough faint scent trails to suspect they all hadn't, and still she had hope that they were all alive and well. They had to be. "And so here I am, trying to plan my next move."
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