mother can you hear me ;; aesior

the woman was not to far from her home. then again, she never was. she was not a social butterfly by any means. in fact, if no one ever spoke to her she would be just fine. not like her family in that way, but she was hardly like them. she had a foul temper and was harsher than her mother or siblings. to her, an eye for an eye was valid.

the war did not phase her, because it was justified. her home was being stolen and she refused to let that slide. did she go to battle? no, but she would have loved to. she just refused to sail in large crowds. she was not going to become social just for a chance to fight. it was just how it was, but she hoped she would get her chance.

the woman would stop in her walk as a stone blocked her path. tail lashing for a moment as she glanced up. then, she leaps up onto the stone and sits there. eyes gazing at the sunset. her paws glinting in the fading light of the day. the woman frowned as a thought entered her mind.

where is mother and are they okay?

it was not like them to condone war so openly. a lot has changed sense her getting lost in that storm. a lot that she liked and didn't.

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[abbr=info]⌨[/abbr] who would have guessed it