Northstar Vale she may contain the urge to run away

The mountain called to her, as if from a dream. Colder air from its heights felt welcome and familiar—strange to her, as most of her memories she had retained were of vast forest floors and sweeping meadows. There was little reason for her to climb the slopes of the Sunspire, and yet, the silver arrow did so without pause, uncertain where she was drifting to.

It was without rhyme or reason she found it—soft amber eyes feasting upon the stretch of valley before her, nestled in the warm embrace of the mountain. A perfect little haven. The rich lands calling to her to explore—to see what medicinal herbs or plants she could discover, and in turn, extend her knowledge.

But the barrier came with the scent markers, and she halted instantly, disappointment flashing across the girl’s copper mask as she stared longingly to the stretch of paradise just out of her reach. The sun only began to warm with the days promise of sunshine, but Meadow felt nothing but a chill.