Sunspire Mountains he threw me on the needle bed, across my dress he laid

Orlaith said no more about this 'Esme,' as it was an adequate answer. She shrugged, not asking any further about it so. Thinking about it, she doesn't know if she had 'friends,' to say. Her duty was the most important, and didn't count anyone close, more just acquaintances then anything else. The wolf, wondered why she so attatched.

"I'll think about it, anywhere away from the court," didn't want to think about them, didn't want to meet them, "exploring choices." She knew there was a few packs down that she could check up on, and if nothing seems worth it, might as well seek out Easthollow. Them too? Well, maybe the world just says she has to rise onto her own throne.