Weeds are flowers too,
once you get to know them.

Returning from the Heart Caves, Rexanna decided that staying a day or so in the Thistle Meadow would be a great way to relieve some stress. Though, she was wrong for the most part. As she waltzed her way through the trees covered in gentle layers of snow, she stumbled over a hidden tree root, tripping and colliding with a nearby tree. A gasp had escaped her lips as she stepped back from the tree, shaking her head violently, cringing under the pain that she felt across her brow.

As she regained her posture and fought the thudding pulse in her head, she staggered herself away from the tree, cursing obscenities beneath her breath with slightly closed eyes. She sighed, walking her way to the river that slipped into the meadow, lowering her head for a drink – hoping that the chill of the waters would help keep the pain from growing in her skull. She stood there for many moments, drinking in and pressing her face into the chilly water, noticing the sunset as it reflected in the moving water.

But then something was wrong.

Her blue eyes widened as she looked upon her reflection, dropping down to her knees and pressing her muzzle around, doing her best to gaze into the water below. The Thief had managed to lose the gift she had received from the Elephant King. She felt her heart drop, her chest grow tight; wondering just what Tembovu would think if he saw her without her gift. Would all her chances be over with him? Or would that just cement the fact of them never getting together after all?

What she didn’t realize is that when she collided with the tree, her chains had been trapped by a low hanging branch and inevitably FLUNG somewhere within the Meadow. And yet, here she was, frantic in searching through the water – extending an ashen tipped leg into the frozen waters, pawing at the earth below searching for any sort of glint of light. Praying that she hadn’t lost it forever.

When she couldn’t see the glint of the gold, she stepped back from the water, eyes wide and heart beating loudly as she turned her head to the left and then to the right, unsure where the chains could have gone. In her frantic frenzy, the pain in her headache was gone, but the pain of frustration was growing stronger. “Where could they have gone?”

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