carrying two years in the bags under my eyes

Samara did not go too far, she had always had a rougher time going too far, her knees swelled easy enough as it was but as she'd gotten older she found herself growing stiffer with time. The mangroves was probably about as far as she could go in a single day now and she wasn't really interested in wandering too far from Abaven now, Haiku had returned to them and she wanted nothing more than to help her seemingly lost children. But some part of her couldn't help but hope she might find her last missing child, her lost daughter.

That was what drove the woman to the mangroves this day. She wove carefully among the roots, avoiding the water. As she suspected there was no sign of Ruin, nothing to even begin to tell her if her daughter was still alive. The woman sighed, rolling her stiff shoulders as she paused. The scent of a stranger, drenched in salt reached her. Samara tilted her head towards it, there was something so incredibly familiar about the stranger's scent, familiar and yet buried so deep in her memories she couldn't chase it. Curiosity piqued Samara moved towards the shoreline, just at the edge of the mangrove when she spotted the stranger, a woman close to herself in age and clearly soaked from a swim in the ocean. She still wasn't quite able to place the familiarity she felt but no matter, her nurturing instincts kicked in.

"Could you use some help?" She asked, approaching slowly but making sure to keep more than a respectable distance between herself and the unknown woman, Samara was hardly a fighter, her size made sure of that but she didn't cower before the much bigger woman before her.

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