Silver Creek cerulean

Lil time skip, we can continue here or in another thread if you want <3

Miles churned beneath her paws into memory, and the moonlight shifting overhead was Thalassa's only sense of the time that passed. She would have run a thousand miles if only to see him for a moment more, if only to tell him she loved him once and never again. His love was worth any loss, even when his absence threatened to shatter her into a thousand pieces.

Thalassa had never desired to be Queen. It was the sheer weight of it, knowing that she must remain ever vigilant, ever prepared to move mountains for the sake of her people. It was the gnawing self-doubt, the thoughts that kept her awake and wondering each night if she truly could — or if she would fail, and through her failure bring the end of the Corax wolves.

But with him at her side, she was not afraid; with him right next to her, she could move mountains. She could command the wind and the waves themselves. She could walk with head held high to her death, if only Orestes was at her side for it.

So it was not in spite of her people that she fled in pursuit of him, but in a way as much for their sake as her own. What good was a mad Queen? What good could she ever do sans the second half of her soul? None, she told herself, and ran on even as dawn brightened the sky.