Moonsea

Almost a year old, the girl was growing quickly - but quietly. So easily she was caught up in her own little world, exploring the endless colors and shapes that life held therein. She had grown a touch distant, but still loved her family something fierce. It seemed like just yesterday, that she and her sister had piled up on their brother and gone out into the world, bright eyed and bushy tailed and ready for adventure. Yet just as it seemed like in a blink they had all grown so much, it seemed like forever since she had seen them. Perhaps she would seek out their exciting yet all too comforting presences. Familiarity was warm, despite how buzzing and yellow Gira was and stern and smooth and deep deep orange Oberon struck her as.


Walking the most familiar territory she would perhaps ever know, she found herself looking for someone - anyone that was a part of Ludicael. She wanted company, and didn't care whether they were quiet or chatty. For the most part she trusted the wolves of this pack. None so far had struck her as alarming or dangerous, even on her most anxious or darkest of days. Idly she wondered how her mother was. Perhaps she was with the dark woman she caught lingering from time to time? She seemed to be close to her mother, but she had never gathered the gall to talk to her directly or ask Jupiter about it. It never really felt like her business.