The life of a rogue wasn't one that Emer found typically brought companions her way, and on that rare occasion she did find someone for a while, she certainly hadn't been lucky enough to keep them there for long. Truth be told these days she wasn't even entirely sure what it was she was after. To begin with it had been simply to prove she could indeed look after herself, well the fact that she was still living was surely proof enough to that fact though now there was no one to prove that to but herself. Her family were likely all still home, perhaps hoping for her return, though that too she wasn't sure whether or not she actually wanted.
She had found herself doing nothing but wandering the lands of Alacritis whilst she attempted to figure out this little detail, but as of yet she had not gotten a single inkling of what was to be her best move now. With winter fast approaching she knew it wasn't likely to be continue travelling around in this utterly aimless manner, she needed some sort of plan and yet even with that begging her to hurry and come to a decision, there was still nothing that came to mind. Part of her was convinced now was the time to head home, though she was certain she wouldn't make it before winter set in and assumed that many a "I told you so" would be waiting for her. Alacritis was her safest bet for now.
On she continued over many a strange land the only rule continuing to be steer clear of the packs and now she had found herself amongst a rather beautiful area, it almost made it difficult to worry about anything though as she caught sight of another standing up ahead she found herself tense slightly. Though none in Alacritis had actually given her reason to panic yet, she was always rather wary of meeting strangers, something she knew was most likely down to the overprotective behaviour of her family, and yet she still couldn't reason with her mind and remained cautious, pausing in her own movements now, debating on whether it was best to turn around or whether continuing was safe.
