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After returning to the Desert with Mazikeen, Kohelet took her leave to allow the new leader to do her rounds and get settled by requesting some time to herself first. Which was just as well, because being back in the Desert was making her skin crawl. It wasn't that she was unhappy to be here with Mazikeen, only that ever cliff, every shadow, every cloud passing overhead reminded her of her time as a prisoner in this dusty hole. Of how lonely and sad and lost she'd felt without Fell and her family. How betrayed she'd been by Asmodeus' choices and behavior.
She tried to keep her mind off of it. She focused on the way the warmth of autumn had spawned a rash of new flowers near the water, their blue petals bright against the dusty color of the ground. On the way the sand rippled near the water, unhindered by the rocks that lined much of Tinuvel's shore. And on the small life that teemed in the Desert, only visible if you looked for it.
She hoped that she would be able to make the acquaintance of Maxikeen's 'hellions' as she called them soon, if only to fill her life with the joy of having children around again. She missed the days of being surrounded by all of her different children, with Khoshekh minding them all, Rethe grumpy in the background and baby Solzeren bobbing along at her heels. Her life sorely lacked the laughter of children, but she had not been inclined to seek out anyone else after Fell's disappearance. She had never regretted Amalia, but she had never found herself drawn back to the blue roan that had offered her company that night either.
If her trek to the Badlands had taught her anything, it was that her heart - for better or worse - would always belong to Fell.
The tobiano mare drifted along the edge of a small cliff, avoiding the edge that fell down to a dry creekbed. Her mind was elsewhere as she walked, but she made no effort to keep her presence secret either. Though she worried about Nyimara striking back at Mazikeen, she doubted there was any purpose in trying to hide. Hopefully, she was too preoccupied with the usurper who had stolen the Cove to seek retribution so soon.
Suddenly, her brow furrowed and her steps stuttered until she finally drew to a halt, hardly daring to believe what she'd caught on the wind. She was afraid to trust it, but more than that, she was afraid of it slipping away. Lifting her chin, she called out softly, disbelief writ in every syllable.
"Solzeren?"