virtue comes home to roost

Theory was admiring the darling little boy in front of her when a complete force of nature barreled out of left field and knocked her clean over. With a tumble and a splash and a very painful knock of her head on the packed sand, Theory hit the ground. "AHGAGHHHHHHRHRGHH," she gargled, spitting salt water and sand. Maybe it was the knock on her head or the smell of salt and familiarity of family, but something finally seemed to click in her addled brain. "Spar-sp-sp-Sparrow?" Theory gulped, trying to disentangle herself from her cousin and lurch to her paws. Why was she visiting Sparrow? Shouldn't she be back at home? Home? Theory cast a stricken glance over her shoulder back towards the east. Home? Abaven? And her gut begun to roil.