When L walked down the hill in the middle of the place where people lived (but not the hill outside) the next morning, she thought about running away.
She had no parents, for in these worlds, they very rarely do.
But still, she thought of running away.
Soleil looked down on the world, as much as she tried not to. So she made a wish on the wind that things would be different. The presence at her shoulder beamed approvingly. It was a place to start.