flowers where your face should be

Change didn't come easily for her and she had an inkling it never might. Some things wolves could get used to - places and people, like she was slowly growing used to Abaven - but she didn't think change itself was something she'd ever be comfortable with. If it had been up to her, she would've gladly gived in Auster and their castle for the rest of her days, simply because it was what she was used to. But that was also why she wasn't the leader of Aerie. She had a harder time seeing the big picture over her own immediate feelings; she had agreed the move to Boreas was a beneficial one, even if it hadn't been easy leaving those memories behind. And speaking of memories - she let out a quiet sigh at the thought of her parents, and where they might be now. Dead or alive, she had no idea. The former seemed more likely, given how much time had passed, but it was an ugly truth she didn't particularly want to deal with.

"Yes," she grinned very slightly at the thought. "I'll have to take you there someday. It was quite beautiful, though I can see why it might seem like a strange place. The way the moonlight came through the cracks in the walls could be a bit spooky some nights, when I was young." Thalia had never really felt uneasy about the place, though after moving somewhere far different she could see why returning now might make it seem a bit eerie to her now. Lingering on the tall tower seemed far less interesting than Theory's description of a massive elk though. She lifted her head slightly, twisting it around to catch Theory's gaze. "That does sound strange. Perhaps it's worth getting a hunting party together soon?" Things like scouting and hunting had become a huge part of her existence now that she'd settled her, thoughts of Aerie and her ultimate goals here somehow fading into the background. They were still there, omnipresent, but they seemed somehow less pressing now.