Lost little lamb

Ignita stood, her tiger skin coat pulled snuggly around her, looking out over the woods and subsequent plains. First Light Point. A sentry had given her the side eye as she stood and looked out. The vastness of the snowy landscape was awesome. Her tail swished back and forth. How much her life had changed since she half walked up that path the first time. Was she ready for the next step? For the first time stepping foot in the Col she had a true choice, though... in a way, it also didn't feel like much a choice. There was an obvious answer. Perhaps it was stockholm syndrome, or the story of the rose palace in her mind that had her convinced, either way, it was the obvious choice.

She started her way back to the Col, Idalia snuggled in tightly beneath the vest. Her mind was still going on about how it all came to be. She had wished Hazel had not been hurt. She hated hurting anyone. She rounded the corner and her hood kept her vision directly in front of her and kept her from seeing the Warlord. She crossed right in front of him, not even realizing he was there.

"Ignita"