Yet, it was a blessing when she finally reached the shores of the lake. The ghost huffed out a giant sigh of relief, going so far as to wander down to the shoreline and plant her front paws in the icy water. Casting her one-eyed gaze slowly across the landscape, Cole noted this place was vastly different compared to how she remembered it, with winter setting in and a lot of the water now returned to the lake since the termination of the drought. That was a blessing, and from a purely objective standpoint, Colette could see why some might want to reside here.
Why it would appeal to Reika or her other companions. It had most of what they needed. Who knew, maybe if she stayed long enough, even she could find the place tolerable. If it hadn’t been for one glaring issue.
Flair and Chan’s children were buried somewhere around here. She didn’t know quite where and didn’t want to. Even so, that was one memory and ordeal Colette wasn’t sure she could put aside. Along with always wondering whether it’d been her presence that’d cursed them and brought doom upon their family as some kind of twisted form of justice.
As horrible as wandering alone was, it would be worse if the others ended up suffering even further because of her continued presence amongst them.