Seasons have passed in a whirlwind of change tinged with overshadowing sorrow only survived through copious amounts of personal growth on the blue woman's account. When she had originally departed the Lagoon, the expectation within her mind had consisted of Jaskier trailing behind her with stale apologies that may have persuaded her to remain steadfast within his warmth. Yet the ochre stallion had not followed. In fact, he had disappeared from the islands with a definitive swiftness that had rendered Anne breathless. Her own heart continued to beat - but did his? At first she had speculated that the brute had decided to return to the arms of his other lover, yet further inspection had found the Harbor had changed hands and filled with strangers she had no intent on knowing. Even his scent had faded as the winds turned cold and spiteful in their unforgiving blasts. She felt completely and utterly alone, save for her brief walk upon the shores of the Ruins with Temblor. While the respite from her heartache had been welcome, the cratered depth within her had returned the moment the storm-hued stallion left her side. Perhaps life has been once more reduced to silent, agonizing, loneliness once more.

For this reason - and the last flicker of hope within her chest that someone might know what became of her beloved - she finds herself back within the confines of the Lagoon. She is too weary from months of anxious worry the bother with pondering the repercussions of her incursion of these borders once more. Instead she chooses to lift her chin, hold her dainty head high, and step confidently back within the place that had been the catalyst of her most recent downfall.

Once she finds herself next to the stony shores of the lands' namesake, she releases a quiet nicker. She knows the one she seeks does not often roam from within these confines. Her brief brush with the massive general seems like a lifetime ago - she was someone different then. Someone less. Her dark eyes survey the terrain with a tainted look of mild disgust. The place could have been beautiful if what resided within was not so toxic. "Tyr..." she calls softly into the seemingly empty expanse when her original call does not immediately materialize the creature. He will come - of that she has zero doubt. She is simply impatient and worn down from her fruitless waiting. Waiting for Jaskier to rescue her and then waiting once more for him to find her. In her dreams he has come to her a thousand time - yet never have any proven true. She closes her eyes now in an attempt to muster an ounce of the joyous safety and belonging she had felt within his embrace. Yet she cannot. Instead she will wait once more, though this time she awaits the arrival of a man she does not miss with every bone of her body.