Gilded Bay you pinned me with your black sphere eyes

if dalia had made a fatal error in her decision to so blindly trust this wolf... she did not consider it. to her, this was her perfect idea of being spontaneous and... well, making a life for herself. outside of drageda and out from underneath her mothers slender shadow. if this was not the right path to take, she could not see it.

she followed his gaze, beyond the cliffs, hoping he didn't mean too far beyond the cliffs. any further and she would have to take off-- she could not risk being too close to home. "should?" dalia asked, noting his word choice curiously. the question didn't need anymore words, what did he mean should? had someone else told him about it, or was he merely saying whatever was on the other side of those cliffs would be their home. dalia liked the idea of cliffs-- they were familiar. 

oh, but she liked the idea of anything familiar. what was the point of leaving, anyhow, if she was just going to search for drageda in every place she went?