Kildeer Rest a future full of golden promise

This place was not so different from the wood groves of Trigeda to warrant any level of scrutiny, but Seregryn was curious of it. There was a rogue aspect to everything, from the trees and rocks to the very sky, with its whisps of cloud-cover. She did not study the sky as aptly as she should have, perhaps. It was dark, and as the darkness grew thick, Seregryn knew to travel swiftly — she had little care for the direction she headed, although took note of the melting snow. It seemed as if this place was warmer than the east. Perhaps it was only saltier? There was a subtle saltiness she thought she tasted, but it was very thin — and soon Sere was too busy with her sulking to care.

It was strange to be unbound by fate. To have nothing to tie her to any single place — it was different. She yearned for the companionship of her kin, or at the very least a soul from Trigeda. She had left her tutors behind in this venture, and the girl was equal parts disheartened by their absence and invigorated by it; a youth without supervision.

So her path was erratic as she drifted through the plains, growing sloppier as the night progressed. She was under the firm belief that her steps were secret things; well disguised, as her training suggested, but she was clumsy and loud — becoming a fool the longer she travelled and the less she slept. It was a wondrous thing that she had yet to be discovered now. Her enthusiasm kept her blind to the antics of her fellow wolf, who could easily slip by her in the night — and likely did, being more skilled than she.