under an amethyst sky

Her return from the motherland had been almost completely uneventful. She had little to think about other than leaving her father in the homeland. He was likely to drink himself stupid and fuck anything to forget his pain of loving her uncle. She gave a sigh. She had been his moral compass but she wanted to return home.

She lopped through the fresh snow, not as easily as the phantom above but easily enough. She was in plain sight as she moved after her deer. The white stag. She had seen it as a child, and even attempted to hunt it for her first solo hunt, but it was not to be. She had followed the rules though. Stupid as she found them. The stag was meant to be hers she knew. She had seen it all to often. Where it was going this time she had no clue. She had developed a habit of following it, not exactly hunting it. It tended to lead her places. And today she was lead up the col.

It stopped and dashed away like always when it had had enough of being tracked, leaving her in the clearing in plain sight of her mother. She stopped. This was her father's den area from when she was little. Well that was a strange place for it to lead her.