Pretty as the Vine

Over time, Sericea had become quite confident in her abilities to make a silent departure from the Syndicate. Each silent footfall bought more and more distance between the family she was temporarily leaving behind, and the grandsire that she was sneaking away to meet. She absorbed each and every lesson Setekh had taught her like a sponge- utilizing everything he could possibly impart to reach her full potential. Her lean body weaved lithely through the sparse copses of cedar and spruce, her acidic green eyes gleaming with a cunning and intelligence beyond her age. The summer sun dappled through the dense network of leaves overhead, casting the world in a kaleidoscope of green and gold, contrasting sharply against her deep red fur. Her keen eyes traced the familiar path, the uneven terrain littered with mossy boulders, and eventually the trees would vanish- leaving an uninterrupted view of the ruined wall.

The wall, a relic of the past, stood in stark contrast to the lush greenery around it. Its jagged edges and worn-down bricks a testament to whatever ancient hand constructed it. Like a spine along the back of the land, it cut across the thawed tundra with a strange air of … superiority? That wasn’t the right word for it. But the sight of it always filled Sericea with a sense of foreboding and respect. It was a good place to meet her grandfather anyways.

With a glance toward the suns position, she quickened her pace. She knew better than to keep him waiting.

"Sericea Praetor-Inferos"