Spring had bled into Summer and now Summer had slipped into Fall.

The seasons came and went without true event. Normalcy, as much as one could find in RhyDin, was had until things were gently mundane. Work was done, things were seen to, and graves were visited. All in near-regular routine.

The small one found no worry and fear in these things and maintained the inn and the Loft with care and regularity of duties. Even that evening walk she had started along the Riverbank.

Slightly, it wove like a fat-bellied serpent in its curves and make. The River was calm and occasionally, she could see boats and ships moving along it.

Bare, small feet carried S'jira from the northern mouth if it until she had passed the bridge and turned towards the road that was known to lead to the Red Dragon Inn. A light smile on her face as the cool, evening breeze found her.. she did just that, heading for the inn and something to eat. Perhaps she would see that particular, feline sort as well. The thought was enough to encourage bare-footed steps just a touch lighter; faster.