Traveling Soldier

*Azalea* · 06-18-2013, 08:43 PM

Azalea padded back into the Valhallan border, looking around. She was cautious of a reprimand. Lately she had become more separate from her pack and she hadn't even talked with Chrysanthe since being appointed Heir. The wedding was right around the corner and with everyone tied up and her parents gone, the solo child was left to wander in and out of the pack lands as she pleased. On occasion she would cart Sarak along with her but he honestly was most at ease here in Valhalla.

There was no greeting for her. No one patrolling the area. It was late afternoon and she was headed home to find her bed in the heart of the territory. She decided to delay her trek across the final stretch, crossing the markers and sprawling out right there on the other side. She was in plain view, a show of her growing confidence. Even had she not been in Valhalla she would have done it. The runt child no longer frail and like Soleil but instead becoming more and more like Collision or rather, more like herself.

She rolled over, onto her back, watching the clouds. It was the time of afternoon that the clouds went all colorful. Pink, orange, blue, purple.

Speech,

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