Je suis une enfant du monde

The monochromatic fae had been contemplating once again venturing out of the Sound before her time had come. Sephiran had not allowed it quite yet- but it was tiring to continue waiting for a chance to prove herself to him, and who knew how many time it would take in the end. Her only solace was the fact that she was not a quitter. Absinth was a female of great pride in herself, unwilling to back down from the challenge of leaving this opportunity alone. Besides, she was far too attached to Aresenn now to prefer wandering off by herself. She wanted to see how all this would turn out.

Her usual trek across the expanse of the polar sound came to a head when she scented a newcomer. Not a bear again- no. A someone. Absinth took to tracking down the stranger, seeking to find out just who they were. There had not been many souls to venture here, so why now? Her mostly snowy form took well to the terrain, eventually coming to find an earthly-toned figure searching the ground for what she assumed was herbs judging by the satchel clinging to their shoulders. Absinth decided to approach after ensuring there would be no ambush, her voice carrying on toward the other wolf casually. "Strange place to gather herbs, wouldn't you say?" Her emeralds flashing curiosity- but also confidence.

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