Wapun Meadow caught in the undertow

Pantaleimon had travelled far and was weary on her feet, but she knew that she had a little futher to go. The Consort was certain that she was headed in the right direction; she had not yet caught glimpse of the Ocean, but she knew it was near. She felt it.

Since long Pantaleimon had accepted that her fate was a tragic one. From young age, she had known that she was a strong amazon, a Siren; but it was not to be, for she had been born in the wrong body. As a child, she would ask why she was not included into activities like her sisters, she would question her fate, and she would call herself Leia. Time had taught her that just because she thought herself a Siren, the rest of the world did not have to agree.

Time had taught her that she would always be just a Consort to them.

Lost in thoughts and curious if the Sirens of Ankyra Sound were like the ones she had left behind to come here, Pantaleimon travelled through a presently not-very-colourful meadow in the dead of night. She couldn't wait until she'd reach the ocean, so that she could swim in the salty waters and drape her fur with seaweed and beautiful shells, if time and her new pack mates permitted. Presently, her fur was not very salty and looked travel-worn. It would be nice to sleep somewhere safe again soon.