The moon was obscured in a light layer of grey clouds and rain gently fell towards the ground. The droplets danced across her back and made her long wavey mane slick across her neck. Amaryllis had aimlessly wandered for a thousand nights but never really found anywhere to go. Like a leaf caught in the breeze she had been like this since the news of her mtoher's passing. She had not seen her mother for many years, not since her father had taken her to live in the Lagoon. She wasn't a trinket or a slave, she had been free to come and go as she pleased. And yet she didn't. She waited too long. Wasted too much time. And when she finally decided it was time to visit her mother as young adult. She was gone. As Amaryllis had languished in her sorrow and guilt the world had moved on without her, life continuing as life does. Her brother, Dagda, had made a home for himself on Luthien and was about to start a family of his own. Perhaps she should pay him a visit in the near future but for now there was someone else she needed to get reacquainted with.

Strong legs easily propel her relatively large form up the steep and winding paths of the Peak. As she climbed higher the rain turned to a light sprinkling of snow. The higher climates were always the first to feel winters grasp. Amaryllis had made a habit of traveling at night, wishing to avoid all forms of contact with her own kind. Some might find the darkness scary but in truth the creatures of the night were no more threatening than those that stalked during the day. The sun breaks over the horizon as she climbs the last ridge. Cautiously she scans the area around her not wishing to disturb any members of the sisterhood that called this place home. She was intending to make a brief visit and did not wish to be indoctrinated into the flock.

Nostrils flare as she catches a waft of his familiar scent and she follows her nose. There is a slight hesitance to her steps now. It had been so many years since she had last seen her father, would he chastise her for keeping her distance? She did basically disappear into the darkness of the night without saying a word. Afterall he must have been hurting deeply too. Finally she spots his familiar shape in the near distance and a meek smile spreads across her lips. He seemed smaller that she remembered, or that could be the fact she had nearly grown tall enough to look him in the eye. She opens her mouth to speak but her emotions are too overwhelming to even make a sound. She wants to run to him, to snuggle beneath his neck just as she had done when she had been a little filly, but instead her hooves are frozen to the stoney ground.