But the question now was whether or not she was truly ready to give up on her own ventures of reconnecting with the family that had seemingly left her in the dust. She had gone through a range of emotions, spanning from the disbelief to the anger, and eventually now sunk firmly into the territory of a rather depressing acceptance. If there was the shred of hope left to linger in her, it was maybe the possibility that she'd somehow stumble across just a whiff of familiarity. A tuff of fur caught in a low hanging branch, a bramble, something. But there had been naught to show and with the rain that had come, she had been even less inclined to try and track them now.
Everything was muddy. This place was more of the same that she had seen, bleak and dirty. She was dirty, but that came with the privilege of being out on her own and blind and numbly stomping around in the mud. Well, maybe not stomping as Vesper was not quite one to go playing in puddles in such a state, but she had succumbed to a few. The earth as of late had made a habit out of being less firm than it was supposed to be. At least it was warmer now, things in bloom and so on, but she did not see the beauty in the world around her.
The glint she normally carried in those eyes was now replaced with a dullness.
Running entirely on automatic, she had bent at the edge of the pool to drink from its depths. Though the disconnect was apparently in her disheveled appearance, she remained aware of her surroundings out of necessity. This place too was uncharted territory, as the thought to maybe turn around and go back south hadn't entirely occurred to her. Perhaps later she would entertain the thought, but it would more than likely end up the same loop, the same cycle of emotions that had rendered her a pale if not dirty tawny wraith crossing the countryside.