Shy Deer Steppes choose your future

she stepped beyond akashingo.

the hurt in her heart could not be soothed or tamed. she need to compose herself before she did anything else. some part of her considered a further trip.

to step away to mereo, to see the vale by herself.

yet she was still royal. she still had things to attend to even in her adrift state. such as the squealing, yapping howl that reached her ears. truthfully, a mazoi or fellahin could attend this. it was well below her concern.

only she latched onto the distraction with ease. for a moment she thought it was the sanpin, but they had been last seen cleaning along the halls. this one did, however, still look awfully familiar to the sanpin.

her voice was cold, hazed some by the smoke that touched at her lungs.

why are you making such a racket, beast?

the most she had spoke the last two days.