Sunset Valley a princess cut from marble

She’d been the stubborn one. Fine, but she didn’t care. As long as she reminded herself to stay apathetic Persia believed that it wouldn’t affect her. The past was in the past, it was time to stop looking back. But she didn’t know which way to look when it came to her future. Apparently it was to be here, wherever ‘here’ was. The foliage and rocks around her gave no answers as she slipped down the slopes into the valley, careful where to place her sore limbs as she maneuvered herself. 

Zhandi had given her quite the beating and she was still recovering from her punishment. There were other ways to be cruel rather using your fangs, and while Persia hadn’t been marked by more teeth, she imagined it might have just been better than carrying the ache that pulsed throughout her entire being. Either way she was far from optimal travelling condition. While it should have been concerning, seeing as she was all by her lonesome, Persia found it to be more of a nuisance than anything else; aggressively wishing her body would just get over it. 

A gleam of moonlight on the water caught her eyes before she heard the sound of the shallow creek. A drink would help, she decided, adjusting her course.