diamonds come rolling out

Sedna was exhausted. So exhausted that she didn’t notice the way the shadows in her left periphery shifted in the moonlight, following her with a distinctively larger wolfish shape. She was wrapped up in the now familiar weight of Otis on her back and the scent of brackish waters that drew her closer to the shore. There was a familiarity in the scent, just as there was in the willows. It smelled like home.

Foolish feeling, homesickness was, really. After all, she’d left of her own volition. In her exhaustion riddled brain, she almost imagined she smelled the underlying wolf scent of the Scowle too. A small huff of a chuckle was released under her breath, now she really was losing grip. Vareth had promised to follow and he hadn’t. Sigrun was gone. Who else would have ever come looking for her? No, they were all too busy, safe and secure. Knowing exactly where they stood, while she? Well... She felt like she had as much control as a twig caught up in a current.

The trees seemed to be stretching further apart, stars visible in the sky above and reflected on the water below. Was this what he had meant? It certainly wasn’t like the times the lagoon lit up... although there didn’t seem to be any large fish under the water to stir any luminous critters to light... Maybe it was only a warm weather thing? Otis scrambled down from her back and she sat, a sigh leaving her chest.

Loneliness did not suit her.

"speech".