After what felt like months away from home, Dalmatia and N​ó​ttin had returned home, cresting the last large stretch of mountainous rocks before hitting the scent markers. Stretches of time in which she missed home dearly, yet found herself making new memories with her husband-to-be. It was odd to be away for so long. Though it would never be long enough for her to forget the trails that led home, nor the intricacies of the Vale would ever elude her memories of her youth spent alongside her sisters. It's imprinted in her mind for worse or for better (always better). Nonetheless, she was glad to be home — cheerful in the fact that she and her sisters would soon be reunited.

N​ó​ttin's glee spread throughout her, joining in on his song; her melodies highlighting the undertones of his, singing a song that was all their own. She joyfully pranced beside him; elk pelt tucked tight around her shoulders, along with a pouch she'd stuck full of herbs on her way to and from Northfall, replenishing what stocks she'd used on the way over. More common herbs, for lesser pains, dandelions and chamomile, nothing too extravagant that she couldn't obtain in the Vale.

As much as I loved our little adventure, I am so happy to be home. After all, Northfall was gorgeous, but it held nothing to the beauty of the Vale. Nor the feeling of safety once the watchful pines collected them within their gaze once again. Hopefully, all was well while they'd been gone. The dark clouds had stayed away, nor did the Dream Visitor come into their dreams. Nothing drastic regarding the curse had happened — that had to be good news, right?