The Point of Return

Auster…

It felt like she was here a lifetime ago…

It had been well over a year at the very least since Memento Mori had stepped foot in any of these lands, leaving to search for herself. The young woman wasn’t sure she had found what she wanted to find but, on the way, she had discovered two new friends in her companions. Jacques and Rein were like brothers to her, bringing some much-needed light to her life. Not that her uncle hadn’t tried, bless him. Ulric had fought to keep a family that had been falling apart together… and she hoped that, wherever her uncle was now, he was happy. He deserved it for everything he’d gone through and the effort he put in to try to help those he loved.

The land they found themselves in had a smattering of the remnants of stone foundations. She walked among them now, alone, as the boys went out hunting. The entire area was choked with herbs of all sorts and fresh, green grass. Despite it being “autumn” here the warmth and sunlight had the vegetation holding on strong to life, and for that Meme was grateful. She was not keen on the colder weather so if the lands could hold out against it; good.

Her pale silver-blue gaze swept over the stone that lay on the ground, almost seeming to be arranged neatly and, for the most part, flat. Here and there cracks in the stone gave way to plant life but Memento Mori stepped onto it without fear. It didn’t bother her. Her goal was to make her way into the shade nearby and rest for a bit while she waited for Jacques and Rein to return. She had little else at the moment to occupy her time, after all.