Modesto had not realized just how well she had chosen her place to stay. Had she any reason to stay in the Lore, this would be the place to do so. However those of her family had since moved on and Modesto felt destined to return to the sea, where she felt herself certain the rest of her family had went that were now long gone (or never arrived) from here.
The woman stands at the shoreline to look out to the great lake with a fondness. Nose up to the winds, toes in the sand and gentle waves rushing over her ankles. She closes her eyes and dreams.