The young woman sat on the lake shore, dipping her toes in the fresh cool water as it slowly crawled up the rocky beach. Her knees were pulled up to her chest, chin resting upon them as she stared over the water, her eyes a strange reddish orange color that reflected the colors of the rising sun. With a sigh, she got to her feet, stretching her arms above her head. The tangle of white hair fell down to her waist, highlights of silver shining in the morning light. "Well, better get started," she muttered, bending over and picking up a crude fishing pole, wandering to the other side of the lake and sitting up a flat boulder that jutted out into the waters. Ever since the day she had let him down, she hadn't gone anywhere near people, towns. She lived off the land and used what it offered to survive, but nothing more As she cast the pole and settled into a comfortable sitting position, she watched as the sun's rays glittered off the water, the breeze blew through the trees that circled the half of the lake she was on. The other side stretched out into flat grasslands with a few trees dotting the land, before rising up into great mountains hundreds of miles away. It wasn't long before she felt a tug, and twirling the pole to reel in the fish, she eventually pulled it up out of the water, and went about gutting it, stashing it in a small cover of water that it wouldn't float away.