So Young Yet So Bright

@Skellige

Finally, the ashen female stopped to rest. She had found a nice place, nestled between the majestic arms of two sentinal cliffs of stone. It was like a paradise with it's forest riddled with rivers, lakes and waterfalls. She had yet to explore more, but now, she must rest. And find something to eat. Upon coming to these new lands, she had found that it was severely lacking greenery and prey. Ishild had absolutely no idea what had happend, and she wasn't so sure she wanted to know. Still, she found herself wondering why her brother had decided to come out here in the first place. 

Her brother.

Skellige was the whole reason she was here. After he left, Ishild found herself wondering about her place in Warsaw. It was guarded fine by the others, why did they need her? It was hard to live under the preasure of the neighbooring packs attempting to seize the islands all the time, and she wanted to go somewhere where she could stretch her knowledge. She traveled in the opposite direction that Skellige had gone once she reached her first birthday. She expanded her knowledge and now knew much about herbs, astronamy, and battle. Of course, she was already a skilled fighter from the many lectures she'd recieved in the Islands, but on her trip, she gained knowlege of knew strategies. Her sharp intellect allowed her to combine her two worlds and gain even more knowledge. 

However, she soon grew bored with where she was and headed back to Warsaw, seeking more change. Unfourtunately, nothing had changed, so she pushed off once again, this time in search of Skellige. She wanted to see how he was doing at least. She had hearn of Leokadia and Szymon leaving as well, but she didn't know if they had the same intention as her. 

Ishild padded towards the water until the sand grew damp and sunk beneath her feet. The salty waves -- barely ripples now -- lapped feebly at her toes as they reached with all their might at the shore. She gazed into the distance for a long moment. From behind, she ashen creature looked very mysterious. The wind caught whisps of long grey locks and they whisked around her face, absuring the black mask that held the sharp chartreuse eyes that seemed to glow in the light.