Don't Forget the White Sails

With a determined stride, Rakia made her way along the border that was marked by a crumbling wall, her piercing gaze fixed on the path ahead. The early spring sunshine warmed her silver blushed coat, providing a welcome relief from the frigid winter air. As she walked, she could feel the snow melting beneath her paws, revealing patches of damp earth and sprouts of green emerging from the ground. The air was crisp and cool, carrying with it the unmistakable scent of new life and renewal. But there were other changes in the air that Rakia sensed, ones that she had been preparing for since her arrival on this new continent a season ago. She knew that she may encounter familiar faces and challenges along the way, but she felt confident in her preparations and ready to face whatever lay ahead. With a deep breath, she continued on her journey towards the Saxe empire, eager to see what fate had in store for her. She wouldn’t deny the apprehension that coiled in her gut - how everything she had trained for culminated in a moment that was quickly approaching. She often wondered what it would be like- but caught herself before slipping down that rabbit hole now.

The walk was long, but Rakia, with her sheer determination and focus, seemed to barely notice. The wind rustled through her thick coat, making it ripple like waves on a lake. She paused now and then, her sharp ears picking up the sounds of nature around her. The chirping of distant birds echoed across the barren landscape, a gentle symphony of life amidst the chilly, lingering grasp of winter. The silent whisper of the wind through the skeletal trees formed a quiet serenade that caressed Rakia’s senses, stirring within her a sense of calm tranquility. It was the calm before the st

"Rakia Perreau"