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“Look how pretty this place is!” Virna’s chipper voice fills Ashelia’s ears as they look over the clear waters of Lake Heimta, where darkness pools in the center. Just sticking out of the water is a broken mast, white fabric still clinging to the top, flapping in the spring breeze despite countless seasons spent weathering the elements. Fels of all kinds hang out along the shoreline, playing, fishing, and relaxing. Ashelia could see a pack of puppies nearby tumbling around in the shallows, barking away. Ashelia and Virna had been that young once, so foolish and determined. Not to say that they weren’t now–they still did exceptionally stupid stuff–but at least now they were bigger and better equipped for it. Neither wolf were good swimmers, but both of them wanted to at least peek at what Nightfall’s Rest supposedly had to offer. Though it’s obvious a few fels are eyeing the area–newcomers just like Ashelia and Virna, perhaps–none of the fels that live in the Hearth give it any mind.

“Look how pretty this place is!” Virna’s chipper voice fills Ashelia’s ears as they look over the clear waters of Lake Heimta, where darkness pools in the center. Just sticking out of the water is a broken mast, white fabric still clinging to the top, flapping in the spring breeze despite countless seasons spent weathering the elements. Fels of all kinds hang out along the shoreline, playing, fishing, and relaxing. Ashelia could see a pack of puppies nearby tumbling around in the shallows, barking away. Ashelia and Virna had been that young once, so foolish and determined. Not to say that they weren’t now–they still did exceptionally stupid stuff–but at least now they were bigger and better equipped for it. Neither wolf were good swimmers, but both of them wanted to at least peek at what Nightfall’s Rest supposedly had to offer. Though it’s obvious a few fels are eyeing the area–newcomers just like Ashelia and Virna, perhaps–none of the fels that live in the Hearth give it any mind.