When's It Gonna Sink In

Fia needed some time away from home as much as she was feeling like wanting to be a lump on a log stuck inside her den and being waited on. Kind of. She was a strong independent woman of course, but she was missing a life a luxury. Maybe she was just spoiled, or believed she deserved that sense of royalty. She really had it all, it was really all a make believe world of hiding her insecurities. She was good at it.

The last time Fia had been here... well the memories could certainly make her smirk. But it was happening all around the south eastern lands of Boreas wasn't it. There wasn't really one place, or one guy she was searching for. A second random friendly encounter sure. But she was easily not attached to the men she found herself bedded with. It was the act, it wasn't the relationship. It would be easy to indulge after once though. Simple fact.

This time she was for a stroll rather than the hunt that led her into the otherwise spooky forest. Not spooky for her. Soft feline paws leaping up on the large roots and dead logs as she drove herself deeper into the forests. A chill in the spring air made the fogs bearable, maybe not so much in the summer she assumed. It was probably a hot muggy mess here come next season.

"Fia"