ooc: set before encounter with Esarosa
It was an average spring day - the sun glared down on her alabaster pelt whilst the sky appeared bluer than usual and the insects hiding within the blades of grass skittered and buzzed energetically. The openness felt strange; she was so used to the the eastern forest she had grown up in. Like today, the plains were where she mainly wandered, preferring to stick to the grasslands that grew more familiar with each passing day. If she wasn't around Miksa she found herself on her own, occasionally hunting to pass the time or lumbering through the lush grass. It wasn't like the treks she had taken back at in the east. She remembered awaking early when a cloak of ebony still covered the sky and creeping out to the bay where the sun rose. A smile crept to her features as she recalled those warm, happy memories, though a heavy feeling of homesickness pushed into her mind. Was it normal to still miss her old home and family? It was all so long ago; sometimes she wondered if it had all really happened.
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