ikaia [★] START OF TIME

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— aine | the pitt | fae druid —

The 'no-one in, no-one out' rule in the Pitt was, to Aine, an adventure barrier.  Unacceptable.  Besides, she and her father came in, didn't they?  It seemed more like a menacing suggestion, more than anything.  Inspired by her recent herb-hunting expedition with her father, and Embry, Aine decided she could risk a day out on her own.

She did not plan on going far.  Just a little past the desert and into the lands beyond.  With a brightness in her hazel hues, the petite vixen followed the river away from the temples, sneaking away in the early hours of morning, conscious that if she's gone too terribly long her father would certainly not be happy.

The little fae hummed softly as she stepped into a vast grassland, grinning.  The ground beneath her paws was soft and flourishing beneath a happy sun, warming her back.  Luck had it her favorite creature fluttered past her, vibrant and graceful and she took chase.

From flower to flower, she hopped, ever-careful to keep the butterfly close enough to see clearly.  Her white-tipped tail flared behind her like a peppy flag as she grew ever and ever more lost, without noticing.

— I'll come back when you call me —