and it all starts here
mort!
05-28-2020, 10:43 PM
It must have been obvious by now what her favorite place in southern Boreas was. The young woman hummed contentedly as she bundled along the familiar pathways between the upturned roots, still clad in the iron bracers. Her pads crunched in the snow, her tail a-wag. The girl was glowing with pride at her new position. After the ceremony, she'd simply bolted, following her paws wherever they would take her. Hopefully Sirius would let her have this day before the work began in earnest. Oh, she'd put in the hours to secure the position, but that didn't mean she could let up now. She didn't expect her father to cut her any slack. She was ready. The wind whistled through the branches, little flurries of snow rolling by her feet as she progressed northward. Winter had arrived and made its home here. The streams were in various stages of being frozen. Some of the wider, deeper rivulets covered with a hair-thin layer of ice. Others were dried up, or else completely frozen. She was careful to watch the slippery patches as she bounded towards the tree. Her tree, the one she'd bedded down in the night before Sirius had found her. The willow was gnarled and old, and she sat down before it like a grandchild before a wizened old woman, the thin, snow-dusted tendrils drifting down across her face. It had all started here, when she'd decided to stay the night in the roots of this tree. Had she moved on, she might not have found the Warlord, imposing in stature but kind at heart. She might never have met Mortis, or Cairo, or Resin, Iolaire, Riva... Their encounter had drastically changed the course of her life. She bit her lip. Her tail fell to the side, twitching occasionally as her eyes bored into the willow. Mal wondered where she'd be, if she'd left the comfort of these woods. Probably still wandering aimlessly... For a moment, she allowed herself to drift backwards. To think of her mother, her siblings. If only they were there to see... Would they have been proud? Angry for taking on another family's name, a father? ....No, she realized, a little smile on her lips. Her mother hadn't loved her father and, well, names hadn't meant much to the wolves back home. Not like they seemed to in Boreas. She didn't even care what their reaction might be. She only felt the ache of longing. It was a few minutes before she shook away the feeling, smiling up at the tree. There was only so much sadness she could take, all at once. Besides -- she was Reaper! That was something to be celebrated, surely. |
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