If I Could Tell Her

Yes, change was one word for it, even if it didn't quite seem to encompass the extent of what all had happened during the last few years of her life. Things were slowly getting better, she was sure of it, but change wasn't something Thalia dealt with well at all. And just when she'd grown comfortable with where Aerie had moved, here she was, thrust into a pack she was unfamiliar with, in lands she had never explored. Here she wasn't just a stranger to these wolves, but perhaps might be seen as an enemy to those who had experienced the Abraxas rule of Abaven. The fact that she had no clue who she needed to keep an eye on, or who needed to be convinced that her role here was not... well, they'd likely be right to be worried, but that was besides the point. And she was hardly thinking about any of that right now, anyway.

It was easy to forget the things that worried her the most when Theory was around. Everything else became background noise, hazy and unfocused while Theory was crystal-clear in her vision. "Sounds fun," she responded, as conversationally as Thalia could manage. To a stranger, her shortness could easily be mistaken for disinterest, but when it came to Theory it was anything but. There was something intoxicating about the beauty of the day that even Thalia couldn't ignore. Her gaze followed hers, and then lowered back down to the rapids. Amusement flickered in her eyes at the challenge. Since when was she willing to just let Theory win? "You're to blame when I slip and get myself killed," she warned her, though quickly picked up the pace as she bounded after her. She was blissfully unaware of the death in her family that was to come as she hopped after Theory, even letting out a light chuckle, a rarity for her as she aimed to take a different route and hope to gain a lead on her.