Wapun Meadow in the beginning

In the beginning there was a spark, it lit a fire of curiosity and sent a buttercream furred yearling from her closely knit family to self-discovery. Discovery however was but a part of her adventure, and adventure had found her scaling rock faces and wandering alongside a frozen stream in an unknown wintery meadow. Soft brown eyes admiring the way the ice made a crisp crackle sound when she strayed too closely to the streams edge. Luckily for her, it wasn't a dangerous venture because she knew of the dangers of frozen waterbeds and was careful enough not to lean in too deeply. 

She was but a young child, just approaching her first year when she declared in front of her entire family that she was going beyond. She would never forget the heartbroken expression on her fathers face. It was the very last thing expected from his only daughter in a family filled with sons who hadn't strayed from home. 

Liatris wasn't entirely sure where her adventure was leading her, she only knew that the beginning was taking much longer than she had expected. Where was the light?