Since Pandora's departure, she had been doing... well, strangely she supposed. Of course, she still had Pan and Galileo along with the rest of Spirane but she could not deny the fact that she had felt rather saddened by her daughter's departure. In some small way, it reminded her of the losses she had experienced in the past and because of that, it had taken her some time to replenish her energy - both physical and emotional. During it all, she had been uncertain as to whether or not anybody knew that kind of pain. Even Pan seemed rather distant from it all though she could not blame him entirely. After all, it was surely him who understood their daughter best. If there had been one thing Pandora had gotten from her mother, it was her kindness but otherwise, she was her father's daughter through and through; sharp as a tooth but with an exploratory edge that hardly seemed satisfied by the mundane. That had been why she had left. It had not been out of love or un-love but rather just a sense of adventure and exploration. How could her mother fault her for that? She hadn't lost her daughter - she had merely allowed her daughter to embrace life. That had been one thing many of Niviaq's children of the past had been unable to do.

Though she still worried at times, she had come to a much better understanding. Thus, she had decided to finally re-enter the world in which she had so loved. Spirane had surely been missed by her even as she roamed its outskirts; she missed her queen, Pan, Lavender and all the others that dwelt within the shadow of the mountain pass. How much had she missed out on? News traveled fast, sure, but she had never been the one to eavesdrop. It would take time, she imagined, for her to become entirely re-accustomed to it all, but she was eager.

With the coming of fall, she found the mountain in a more beautiful state than ever. The very peaks seemed likely to be peppered by snow at any second with low clouds swirling the pinnacle of Spirane. However, at the base of the mountain, the vast amount of trees had begun to spread their golden leaves throughout the rocky paths and across the flatter plateaus. In the afternoon sun, the entire plateau radiated with a gentle warmth brought about by the lack of clouds. The breeze was a gentle thing, toying lightly with the leaves and allowing them to tumble across the grey stone. When she arrived, she arrived with a cheerfulness in her step, strolling across the sparsely grassed stone and after one of the gold leaves. In this weather, she was surprised not to find Galileo tumbling about the leaves.

With a sigh of relief, she paused for a moment to inhale the sweet mountain air. Her face broke then into a small smile, the face of somebody who had just shaken free from the weight of worry. With that, she took off, allowing her muscles and joints the freedom of play as she bounded along, snapping at the golden leaves and tossing them into the sky.