Broken Antler Fen Bye, bye, miss chair model lady. . .

AW but tagging newcomer @Cinna!

Slowly but surely, she was settling into the rhythms of Brecheliant once more. Though there were twinges of wanderlust here and there, and at least one time where she thought very seriously about flinging herself into the unknown, the pros of pack life outweighed the cons. Especially in this season.

Much to her chagrin, her younger sisters were gone, but at least @Roswell remained, and she spent a lot of time with the growing young man. He reminded her more of Arielle with each passing day, with not a small amount of her own father mixed in as well (but—how could that be?). 

Today, though, Lilitu spent the morning and afternoon alone. Evening had well fallen upon the fen as she departed the graves of her mother and Wraen and wandered into the Sagebrush Green.

It was peaceful, here, and pleasantly scented even covered in snow. Her breath fogged ahead of her path, and the only sound was the soft, steady crunch of her paws upon the frozen ground. Perhaps the peace here lingered from her time at the memorial, where she had spoken aloud to her dearly departeds.

Her joys. Her fears. Her questions—so many questions.