Morningside Cuesta all alone in a sea of stars.

@Grayday, but all Morningsiders welcome~

 

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With the help of Adeline and Grayday (plus some time of taking it easy and taking better care of herself), the ghostly woman's wounded leg had signifgantly gotten much better, thus restoring her faith in the Sister and coaxing Nimue to continue traveling by Her light. The fear from several days ago had completely vanished from her system now, replaced by her usual spacey and peaceful state of existance, mind lingering somewhere between the mortal plane and the fantasy world she always seemed to be looking into as her aimless paws led her... wherever. She did walk with just a slight limp, a sign that not everything was back to normal, but this was partially due to habbit and partially due to a little bit of sorness still lingering in her forelimb. Regardless, it did little to desuade her, and she still pressed on in her dreamy way, carefree and humming to herself as she basked in the radiance of Sister Moon. 

She'd never really had a good sense of direction, often just waking up and walking in whatever direction her nose was pointed in until she got tired of it and sought to go in another direction, still nor clear destination in mind. Therefore, traversing all the way back to the Cuesta, where she'd once shared a rabbit with a fellow nightdweller, was not neccisarily on her agenda, nor did the memory crop up in her mind as she neared the place. It also hadn't been on her agenda to pick up a certain familiar male's scent along the way, but once Gray's scent did begin to tickle her nose, the prospect of seeing him again encouraged her to properly track his trail to the source, unknowingly the thing that had probably guided her travel. The idea of just seeking out a wolf she really had no true connection with did not strike her as odd, for his was familiar to her, and in this aimless, purposeless life she led, why not gravitate towards the familiar; something constant?

Once finally arrived at the cuesta itself, she had to stop short, for not only was Grayday's scent extremely prominent, but so was the scent of other wolves. She haulted before the boundary line, head tilted as she stared at the invisble border. Though her eyesight was blurry and her memory wasn't particularly good when it came to locations, she was certain she'd been here before... but didn't recall the presence of a family before... Thinking further on the matter, didn't her gray friend say he had family nearby, the first time they'd met? Easthollow...? Was this it...? Again, her perception of the land was pretty skewed, but this didn't seem like the place he'd intially pointed out... Perplexed and not sure of what to think, she merely just stood there, sniffing at the border and wondering what it meant, wondering if she should proceed.
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