Enera wandered straight enough and kept moving through poor weather, only beginning to slow when she reached familiar territory. She recognized these trees, these rocks. It should have felt like coming home and in a way it did, but where there once was life all was still. As Enera neared the Chasm the stale air told her all she really needed to know – nobody had been here recently.
She didn’t know what she expected. Woya? Unlikely, even though they’d agreed to meet here someday. They’d never set a time or a signal. Adelard? She didn’t even know if he’d ever come back from wherever he’d gone off to. @Marrah ? The thought was laughable. Of course her childhood best friend wouldn’t come back here. She couldn’t get away fast enough.
Still, as Enera wandered into the old territory she couldn’t help a pang of disappointment when she couldn’t smell the borders, didn’t hear the distant laughter of her friends of long ago. She glanced in the direction of where she knew the cave of glittering stones waited with its small pool, offering shelter from the brewing storms, but she turned instead toward the where her entire world turned upside down.
"Hey mama," she whispered to the frozen earth that entombed her mother where she'd died pushing the twins into the world, where Woya had planted flowers and Enera had screamed at her for it. Now the ground was barren for the season and Enera wondered if the flowers and herbs would still grow there come spring.