Overstepping

Thalia was still slowly adjusting to life within Abaven. She busied herself with idle tasks, like joining in on pack hunts or scouting the borders whenever she was able. Whenever she faced with the prospect of leisure time was when she became restless. It was then her mind started to work overtime, doubting why she'd even come here and what the greater purpose of all this was. As much as she was enjoying her time with Theory, that wasn't the only reason she was here and she needed to constantly remind herself of that. Her ultimate goal here was to further the reach of the Abraxas and of her kin; if Abaven benefited at all from her presence it was merely a byproduct of the work she was ultimately doing for Aerie.

In the meantime though, as everything slowly settled into place, Thalia was trying to learn how to be comfortable here. She'd never been the type to really seem totally comfortable anywhere though, even in her own skin. Here, in a place where some likely viewed her in an unfavorable light, it was impossible to really fully relax. Today was no exception. It was early and a dense fog hung over the plains, and Thalia - at least for the moment - felt more comfortable that she might be able to walk about the lands freely. She had no real plan in mind save for wanting to help soothe her anxious thoughts, and so as the dawn broke she headed off in search of nothing in particular.