All aboard the Warlord tour

The girl had taken out the best of her rolled maps and had placed them out on the ground. She also pulled out her very first map to show the progress that she had made. Each skin was loaded with color. There were tools that she used to get the directions right and the lines straight. She even sat out her pots of color that aunt Io had made for her.

When her father squeezed into the den, the striped fae instantly moved to sit between his paws. His presence was comforting. Plus, with as uncertain as she was feeling lately, she would draw on his strength and safety. Clearing her throat, she spoke, "So, these are my maps. I get better each time I try." Her head tilted slightly. "I don't know their true names, so I named them after things that I know." She was curious what Aerndis would think of the maps. Was she wasting her time or was she getting somewhere?