DEAR FRIEND as you know,  your flowers are withering
your mother's gone insane, your leaves have drifted away.
    but the clouds are clearing up
        and i've come reveling, burning incandescently,
                                              like a bastard on the burning sea.

YOU'RE JUST LIKE YOUR FATHER,
BURIED DEEP UNDER THE WATER.

Maybe bringing herself here after what's happened was not the most rational decision. This would not stop her from being here regardless, clearly. The marsh was something she was more than familiar with, however, and the safety she felt nearby it, along with the heartache, was not forgotten. Nor was it lost in the absence of her partner. This, knowing or not, had held family to her for a while. It was hard to feel different about it. At least, in her present state it was. "Hi, um," comes her voice, calling out at the border of the swamp. "it's me...Goldie, from the Typhoon." She'd elaborate slowly, eyes shifting around. "I was wonderin'...if anyone's seen S-Sophiea Pendragon?" her words are slow as she works through them, struggles to piece them all together at first. The name shakes in her mouth, lingers for a few more moments, as if she can't quite let go of it. The caracal's eyes display a sadness in them, as if she already knows what the answer to the question will be. But was it wrong of her to lose hope so easily? To admit defeat? Hadn't she already done that, going back to the Typhoon? But there really was no other choice. She had to go back when she did, even if she hadn't known it in full at the time.

And, while the former question was the main purpose to her visit, she had another reason, too. One more closely pertaining to recent events. The female feels something in the back of her head, something bothering her in ways she can't quite put into words. There were feelings, something whispering to her a sense of deja vu. The feeling of her claws sinking into another. The sound of her voice snarling, demanding retribution, fair pay. Like this has happened before, that she had some reason to be angry. Anytime she tried to think of it, however, something stops her, as if a wave pushes her farther and farther back the closer she tries to get. Instead she just feels sad, and tired, and nervous. And this would be reflected in her words. "An', an', I was wonderin', if we'd done somethin' wrong? T' be dropped as allies, I mean." Perhaps it was pathetic, to be questioning this. It wasn't like the Goldenluxury Roux former Tanglewood would have known. But it wasn't her anymore. And this was her genuine question to them.