atraxia

That familiarity to ‘home’ could be another setting beyond a mountain was ‘strange’ to the woman, if not difficult comprehend. Her world- no, her mind was closed if she could not see beyond the mountains as a comfort, as a home. But such was the way she had been raised. Just as she had been raised not to judge another’s preferences, or they themselves, for that matter. What she cared to know was that the female beside her hadn’t the intention of leaving the Vale when she had only just arrived. And to her relief, it did not appear she desired to, but had wished to find comfort in the waves of home. “I see,” she mused quietly, even if her eyes were truly blind to the notion of this sort of familiarity. As there were no such waves in the vale to watch in the needing hour, it was understandable why the female would take a little walk away. Her tail pat the ground when addressed, informing that she had indeed heard but was thinking. The contemplative countenance was unwavering as she watched the ebb and flow of the tide; the steady rhythm that had she not been anchored by her weight, she might have drifted into the luring waters and been swept off to shores unknown. “I have my shadow,” she confided in but a whisper. “As long as he remains then I am content.”