A long path to nowhere

Lia had left the Armada, realising at long last that Vanta had left, and it didn’t seem as if she would be returning. No one knew where she had gone, only that she had done so. So she let her paws take her across the land of Boreas, feeling once again that sick feeling of aimlessness. She had liked the idea of having a purpose, for the short time that Vanta had given one to her.

Perhaps that was why, when she caught wind of slavers she decided to do something about it. Perhaps Vanta would hear the news as well, and she would find the powerful woman already part way through dismantling them. A foolish dream, perhaps.

She followed the news South, camping in small spots along the way until her final camp a few hours from her destination. She set up camp with a practised paw. Making a small fire, and pulling out the last remaining travel rations the Armada had given her. She chewed thoughtfully on the meat as she sketched out a quick layout of the cavern entrance. The best her companion could describe from the air.


"Lia"