And there, high apon the worn plateau of the overlook the enigma stood. The wind wept about her, playing with her hair and tickling at her senses. It had been long since such sullen eyes had dared to look down at the village below. 

	"Home."

	A single word, nothing more was needed. 

	The late evening air still held nuances of the previous days awakening but it like everything else was slowly giving way to slumber. All save the rolling mists which crept in each night; stretching out from the lake as it teased the surfaces of everything it touched.

	Gaze met shimmering splendor and joyous wave of hand; which was ardently returned with a quick wave. Call brought her to peak and now eyes understood why. Had it truly been this long, such change but as dawn turns to night each day is spun quickly a new; so quickly.

	Move with fog, ride tendrils down below; be carried on waves of times not forgotten to the road which led home. Step lightly and move quickly. Time seemed to freeze as she moved and then there she was, before an old friend. The one who had called her home.

	"Mother."