Lissilana Hastick had been wandering about the Chetwood since she'd caught wind of Owena's whereabouts, and what had gone on in her absence in Bree. She had no companion with her, as she had not the time to lose in preparations. She'd gotten what she could ready, then set off in search of her beloved friend. She had been searching during the day, and through much of the night, then slept in whatever area she deemed safest in such a dark, lonely wood. Each night, as the stars lay in the sky, peeking through the leaves at her, Lissi would whisper a soft goodnight to her family, including her honorary family. The second name she would whisper was always Owena. It always felt right to do so. She knew Owena was still alive. Until one night.
She woke up suddenly, though she knew not why. A feeling in her heart that she could not place overwhelmed her entirely. She touched her cheeks, which she was surprised to find were extremely wet. She was weeping. She had not been dreaming, so what was the cause. It hit her like a goat butting her stomach full-force. Owena could not be saved. She was gone. For good.
Lissi gasped for breath. She did not know how she knew, but she could feel it. She'd lost her truest and most beloved friend. Closer than a sibling. At first she refused to believe it. But she knew it was entirely true. She needed to go home now. Owena was dead. She covered her face and sobbed, nay, wailed into her hands. She had no care of who heard her. She lifted her head and cried to the heavens; "This is not what I meant by wishing for adventure! I DIDN'T ASK FOR THIS!" She wept until she had no tears left. First it had been her mother...now Owena. But she had not even known her mother. In a sense, this was almost harder. Finally, she began to fall prey to a restless sleep. (Or more perhaps, she fainted.) Nearing the darkness she whispered; "Tell Mama I love her when you see her, Owena. I will always love you, my dearest friend."
