It's too early for surrender, too late for a prayer

She moved in cycles like a dizzying pendulum and when the need to wander seized her she was off like a shot. There was always news to be gathered from the lips of loners and she knew her son would appreciate her being away from the Eclipse Empire for awhile. Her restlessness had only grown since Amon left for their original homeland. She trusted Malleus and Ashiel and knew the pair would do their predecessors proud but that didn't mean she didn't miss her brother. That was the sting of it. She'd wandered plenty in her day and never once felt her brother's absences gnawing at her… perhaps that was because she could always return to him. Now their positions were switched and she was the one waiting, wondering when she would see her sibling again.

She journeyed to another island. Her powerful legs, seasoned in swimming pushing her to the shore of a place she had yet to explore. The water was comforting in both its wildness and its predictability. While it was difficult to predict its storms, the tide would always sway in and out.

Traveling along she soon came to the highlight of the island, a vast, deep trench like a dark, ugly scar.  Her ears flicked forward, wondering what had caused this. Had it been something old… something mystical? She padded around the edge of the trench, wondering if there was a good way to get down when she spied a familiar form. Pyralis chuckled. "Well, well, if it isn't the mighty sea monster hunter, Mara. Taking a break from your blood spilling?"