Blackfeather Woods Don't put it in your mouth

[table width=80%][tr][td]Not too long ago had a wandering spirit sparked within the silver-streaked girl and had she escaped from her den on multiple occasions. Whether mother liked this or not was none of her concern; yes, the white priest was her mother and she loved her in the sense one would love their leg, but she believed herself ready to leave the nest. Ever since she could walk had she gone farther and farther from their togetherness - even her silent sister whom had stolen her heart at their birth. It was in the woods that adventure lay; it was in the woods that the fiery flower bloomed and spilled all her colours. And so, when uncle Damien had come to fetch them she had eagerly followed. It was from underbrush to underbrush she went - hiding from the light that would give her away. It was the same thing she had tried to escape Vandal - the same thing she did whenever she was out.

When Damien spoke of the Brotherhood and becoming a Dark Sister, her heart skipped a beat. She had not expected this so soon and damned herself from not training enough to have an even bigger advantage in contrast to her siblings. She shot an angry look at Ganon for seemingly interrupting a beautiful day and nodded sincerely at her uncle then.

She scattered off, purposefully stumbling and sending up a small dust-cloud as to mask her scent (or so she believed she was doing). When her eyes landed on a wide bush did she sneak toward it - creeping inside with her breathing slowed and ears swivelling atop her head. It was there she stayed, waiting to hear a reaction or perhaps to retreat to a place far from them; sneaking away was perhaps the only thing she was good at for now.[/tr][/td][/table]