[ Isn't it enough? She has not fled to the wilderness again, to bury herself in familiar dirt. She has not hidden herself away and demanded that she be left in peace to relearn her crafts and take note of the world again. She is here and she is petting a wolf while speaking to another of her kin and even that feels more dangerous than many things she had done in her life. Openness is not natural to her, and Lauralae is learning to adjust her expectations of what she might expect here now.
She shakes her head, eyes closing. ]
I do not know what path it is I am expected to take. This feels beyond my control.
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[ Isn't it enough? She has not fled to the wilderness again, to bury herself in familiar dirt. She has not hidden herself away and demanded that she be left in peace to relearn her crafts and take note of the world again. She is here and she is petting a wolf while speaking to another of her kin and even that feels more dangerous than many things she had done in her life. Openness is not natural to her, and Lauralae is learning to adjust her expectations of what she might expect here now.
She shakes her head, eyes closing. ]
I do not know what path it is I am expected to take. This feels beyond my control.