Cassiopeia's View Wild.

Envy didn't know what she wanted, climbin' all the way up here.

It wasn't for herbs, or pretty little poisons that she came up these peaks. Maybe she just wanted to prove a little something to herself.

Beyond her rocky vantage sat stretches of winter forest, the sea to the west, a vast expanse of blue; ahead, another mountain range, one abandoned, standing tall in the distant mist. She spat off the edge.

They were all out there, somewhere. Dreven. Lorcan. Elowen. All out there and not here with her. Despite what she might've said she was very much NOT over it. Maybe she came here so that would change, she did not want to seem weak in front of the reverend mother. This was only an affliction, and she specialized in the purging of such things.

Red eyes scanned the horizon. This was the world she vowed to make her own; more than her own, she'd make it like the fox skulls she crushed between her teeth.

Envy shuffled pebbles off the edge, watching them clatter down down down, until sharp ears could no longer catch the sounds they made.