Fairspell Meadow just test driving the new soup strainer.

Eshe frowned at the wilderness that stretched out before her, wary of it. The rumblings she and her family had felt just beyond the Wilds had not been as tumultuous as the wolves here had experienced, but the girl had no way of knowing that. In any event, she didn't trust the terrain ahead in spite of how calm and quiet things appeared to be. She had seen her mother injured by falling rocks and her sister nearly crushed by a tree. In the moments before those events had occurred, the world had been just as still as this. Eshe might be young still, but she had learned that crucial lesson already. Be careful; the unexpected could be expected to occur at any moment.

Still, the young Frostfur had not left her family behind so she could stand here, frozen in place. She had left them in order to find a life of her own. As much as she loved them, Eshe had never really felt as though she could rely upon them. They had uprooted her too many times, and she was tired of being denied stability. She had known it would only be a matter of time before they did it again. So, Eshe had decided (in a moment of spirted, youthful rebellion) that she would beat them to the punch. It was her turn to leave them, and to see if there was somewhere in this world for her to truly belong.

That being said, she had zero idea whatsoever where she was going or how to find it.

Eshe took a deep breath, trying not to let that stop her. She let it out slowly as she began to trot forward again, winding her way through the tall grass in no particular direction.