Ocean's Breath Plateau this is your story

racharra shakes her pelt as she emerges from the once-vacant den. her body slugs only a couple feet forward before plummeting. marigold eyes look in the direction of her home, and longs for it. regrets her brashness. but deep down, a part of her hoped that her absence was felt. she hated it; that darkness festering. the darkness that was always their, dying her coat. she couldn't be her father nor her mother; spiteful, vengeful, deceitful creatures. she couldn't allow herself to fall to baser instincts.
yet it felt good to have made it this far alone. prove that she was not weak, and she wasn't a little dog either. that she did have choice. that she can look upon these men and have the option to turn her nose upwards at over even the tiniest thing she didn't like, or embrace them even if they don't meet the highest of standards that she never chose. when the noblegirl said she wanted marriage, she truly meant that she wanted love.

contradictions float and flitter around; guilty yet satisfied, angry yet lonely. the nebet wishes things were simpler again; before her hopes lay mauled against her feet every which way she turns. no memory lingers of who caused it or for how long its been dead.

she tears herself towards the beach tribe in hopes of company, and to watch closely.