She had lost count on the days it had been since she'd slipped into the Falls for the Summer to avoid her problems. The guilt began to naw at her soul as she thought of Fearghas and how broken he looked when she had departed. Selfish as it may be, she had needed the space. She was suffocating from the weight of her problems. Problems that Fearghas was now a unintentional bystader of. She left the Falls as the sun began to peak the horizon. It was not Fall and the wind blew her grey tresses over her eyes as she cautiously slipped back into the boundaries of the dreaded swamp she so desperately wanted to be ripped from. How long had she been gone? It must've been months at this point.

He'd find her soon, but whether or not he would find her before Cullen was certainly the question hanging above her head. She slowed her trotting pace as she broke the tree-line into the Lagoon. She whickers gently for Fearghas, hoping he won't be too upset with her absense. If he was even still around.