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Set for the afternoon of March 11.
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Waking up had not been something she wanted to do earlier this morning. She knew the walked from Concrete Jungle to Clouded Tears would be a strenuous one (though now as much from where she started from) on her leg. It did not hurt when she woke up by when she reached Clouded Tears it began to throb. Several times her and Beppe had stopped along the way to rest but they eventually made it. Beppe, nearly grown, did not stay too long with her in Clouded Tears. She had not wanted him to leave her side but she did not hold him back. She had been gone for so long that she had missed so much in his life and he grew up without her. The thought made her cringe, that she missed so much in her baby's life, that she wanted to disappear forever and become less of a burden.

Maria did not want to move too much but she needed to find a place to rest. Beppe had given her a spot but she did not stay there all too long. Despite the pain in her leg, she managed to make it to the lake: the first spot her and Beppe visited in Clouded Tears upon their arrival together. She sighed at the thought, wishing she had never gone out to explore. Had she not done that, she would have never broken her leg. She would have never had a pack take her to their quarters to help her and she would have been happy seeing her boy grow up and learn to love their new home. She lowered herself to the ground at the bank of the lake and extended her leg out. Slowly, Maria reached in and cupped some of the cool water in her hand and dropped it slowly over the top of her thigh. It was cold, but soothing, against her sore bones.

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