[she doesn't know that the world is turning just for her]

Set outside of Frostfang Vale, a couple of miles from the border.
Set a day or two after the Northfall Tournament
Tag: Vitus

Frostfang Vale had been quiet, with most everyone having taken up momentary residence at Northfall. For Euphemia, this was the epitome of ‘you don’t know what you’ve got until its gone’ because, for all of her complaining about the number of bodies and constant activity within Dawnbreak, she missed it sorely when she found herself all alone. There was no one to play with, no one to talk to – not that she did much of that kind of stuff, anyways.

Someone had to watch over the vale in their absence. It was Euphemia, always Euphemia, who stayed behind. Better for her studies to be centered and focused, she reasoned.

However, her sisters and their friends were due back any day now. All had been quiet, but without Genghis around to be the Vale’s stalwart guardian, everything felt risky. The maiden couldn’t stand the oppressive quietness and her rushing monkey-thoughts anymore, so she crossed over the threshold to meet the Dawnbreak group in their travels and usher them back to the Vale that much faster. She desired for normalcy to be restored, though she well understood that this was fleeting and the current flux of finding a new normal was what caused her discomfort;

but for now she stared out at the expanse of land between the two clusters of mountains, her nose pointing forward, waiting to catch a sign of them.

---