Golden Glade brush strokes on a canvas of souls

Vasa had been about to go off wandering (she was bored, duh), when the first howl came up. Ugh.  Bad timing, of course.  Sulkily, she started back, so by the time Quixote howled, she wasn't too crazy far away.

So eventually she showed up on the scene.  Deedley doo.  Exciting stuff.  Fashionably late was her thing sometimes.  She also wasn't particularly keen on the whole other siblings thing, but that was mostly because she was imagining that it would end up being a restriction on her as well.  Which she was not happy about.  She didn't want to have to help out, she wanted to go explore now that she was big enough.  Sitting around taking care of kids was totally not her jam.  And if they needed intense care, she was gonna nope right outta there.