what is gone

Typically, her uncle had no issues with taking her on scouting adventures around Auster. This time though she had been out on her own when she had caught a whiff of his scent. Having been exploring the falls that were also once a part of Fenmyre, she was instantly curious why the Kaicho was prowling around nearby. Making her way toward the faint scent of Fenymre wolves and the growing scent of Hanzo, Rheum paused on the edge of the beach. Ahead of her, a rising build stood tall and yet crumbling at the same time. What was it?

Searching for the towering form of Hanzo, Rheum crossed the short distance from shore to shore. Coated in her own film of brackish water, the plum-coated girl approached her uncle with quiet steps. "Can I ask questions?" She asked respectfully as her gaze turned toward the vine-covered buildings. Shattered windows and flocks of birds crowded the landscape as she took in the sights. Why would anyone want to live in such a dismal place? There was a lot to take in but what she noticed most were the makeshift shacks along the beach, a nearly broken bridge, and not far off the shore a large vessel she didn't know the name of.

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