No, she didn't want to leave Willow Ridge, but every once in a while, she felt her paws wander to far away places automatically, like sleep-walking themselves all the way there. Hence, what she had done here. Her bright yellow orbs stared around her. They had memorized every step she and Shade had taken to pad into the middle of that meadow and confess their love for each other. It was going stale, and recently, she felt herself being less and less with Shade.
Sickly, Rosealia recalled that she and Shade had fallen in love, apparently "at first sight." But was it because Rose had just lost her father? She knew she was longing for someone to love and protect after the bear took hold of her father: was that someone Shade? Had she thrown herself into his paws because she had no one else?
Huffing, the brown-hued little woman looked into the dark forest by this meadow, a thin sheet of trees leading to the lagoon. She had passed there one other time. She passed it as she was running into relic lore, pain-stricken and hungry because the grief of her father's loss was too hard to bare. Now, the confused Rosealia sat in the middle of a meadow looking into the sky, wondering what to do next.
WILLOW RIDGE FOREVAH!