Cloud Bend — Stardreamer

Her time within these lands had not been long. There was still not an excuse or reason for how she had wound up in a foreign place but she forced herself not to dwell on it for too long. Surely there had to be a higher power that had allowed this for some plan to unfold for her. It was not her place to be questioning the Gods. It was her job to listen and perform whatever role set out before her. At least, that is what her father would insist if he were here. Still, she could not help the ache that radiated through her chest often and the homesickness that held her in a tight grasp. She could not help but to wish things were different, that she might wake up and find her coming here had all been but a strange dream brought on by consuming a few too many of the sweet flowers she so adored. Even now she found rose tinted gaze drifting skyward, searching and hopeful for a beam of light, the brilliant flash of a Star Fall. Alas, nothing happened and Roselle found herself very much in the same place as her steps paused in their progress. Shaking herself, a girlish huff left her pink nose before she turned her gaze back downward in stubborn determination. No matter, she had a task she had set for herself. She had been graciously accepted in to one of the local packs for the time being and had a duty she had promised to them. This place was plentiful for herb searching it seemed and she had come with the hopes of distracting herself with stockpiling her collection if nothing else. She didn't have time to watch the sky and hope to see a star fall, even if that was where her heart kept being pulled. Keeping her thoughts from drifting back to home lest tears come to her eyes, she continued onward in her search. "Speaking."