Hopeless Wanderer

The moor was beautiful in its own right but Elysia needed a fresh scenery. One that was new to her. And so she’d venture out of the fog in an attempt to find something to do. She was bored, and until the band moved up in the world to pack status. She felt obligated to stay close by. So her travels didn’t take her far from their current residence.

Paws delicately carried her from solid terrain to that of soft mushy mud. Each step she took made an audible squelching sound as she moved closer to the edge of the bank. Looking down at the water that had clearly receded with the changing of the season she let out a sigh.

She stared at the muddy ground debating if it was still warm enough for a swim. And then the thought of scald popped into her head. She had bumped into him again by chance just last season. Her pretty pirate boy. Who had swam with her. Her first “friend” if you could call him that.

Her tail flickered with satisfaction as the memory of the day she’d met scald played in her head. Until the sound of footsteps pulled her from her thoughts. Purple and blue eyes scanned the area around her until she spotted the person who’d interrupted her memory.

And there stood a body of gray, silver and blue. Melting together like the aurora and moon. “What’s a lovely face like that doing in a place like this?” she called towards the stranger.


"Ely & Ezekiel"