Cerulean Cape Eternity is hidden in every moment.

There didn’t seem to be many that understood the ache of losing their home at such a young age, at least not many that Padma had found. “I am sorry for your pain Dacio.” She tested his name on her tongue, and match his tentative step with one of her own. “Yes and no.” The Morningsider offered somewhat cryptically, before she gave a better description. “I learned quickly how to fend for myself, I don’t need someplace new. At least not yet. I hope that one day I’ll find the perfect pack for me. But until then, this is it.” Her smile broadened, and she tried to push the dark subject from the conversation.

“Being alone isn’t that bad, most of the time.” Shrugging softly, she lowered herself into a seated position. “What about you? Do you seek something new?” Padma didn’t often encounter many lone wolves her own age, and supposed that most would prefer the safety of a pack. Curiosity twinkled in her amber eyes.