Where Have You Been Off To?

*Epiphron* · (This post was last modified: 03-14-2013, 05:43 PM by Epiphron.)

What a day. Epiphron felt as though she was floating on a cloud, brimming with something akin to ecstasy. However, mixed with her happiness was an unavoidable sadness. The female was hyper-aware that she wouldn't see Maverick for six days, and even that might not happen. Epiphron was hopeful it would, but if something important came up, she might not have another option. Along her journey back home, she wondered if perhaps they should've had a backup plan. What if one of them wasn't there? It wasn't as though they would simply sit there, waiting for the other to show up. And Epiphron couldn't imagine risking going to the borders of claimed Seracia land and looking for Maverick. It was far too risky.

The journey was long, and she felt painfully alone as she made her way back home. While she'd wandered out to the ravine simply on a whim, feeling adventurous, things were different as she began to return to the lands Valhalla had claimed as their own. The female was aware that each step took her further away from the ravine, and subsequently further away from Maverick. With a sigh she continued on, her posture much less confident than earlier. After all, she was alone, fairly sure no stray eyes were pinned upon her. The burden of royalty slipped easily from her shoulders when Maverick turned to depart. Had he turned around and watched her tail grow limp and curl between her legs, her posture slacken? Hopefully not. Hopefully Maverick thought she was strong, her demeanor impenetrable, despite the obvious sadness that they both felt upon leaving one another for almost a week.

Hour upon hour the princess traveled, her mind clouded by thoughts of the unbelievably gorgeous boy that seemed to have stolen her heart so effortlessly. Or was that thinking ahead too soon? She didn't exactly believe in love at first sight, but something kept the image of Maverick locked firmly inside her mind. Either way, he haunted her thoughts as she came closer to home, one step after another.

By the time she made it close to home, the sun had begun to set, evening beginning to settle all around her. Still the sun's rays shone down upon the earth, though shadows had begin to drape some of the land in darkness. Almost immediately she caught scent of Erani. She was nearing the borders of the land, and Epiphron felt her chest clench -- surely she wasn't looking for her already? She knew Maverick's scent clung heavily to her coat, and had no way to hide the evidence that she had spent a good amount of time with a strange non-Valhallan wolf.

There would be no avoiding the female. Her mentor. Rather than act as though she had done something wrong -- because she wasn't entirely sure if she had or not -- Epiphron headed toward Erani's scent. As she approached the female, she flagged her tail above her back, wagging it happily. A bright smile shone on her face as she padded towards her. Though she felt tired as ever, after walking (with some running added in here and there), she refused to seem weary in front of Erani. Without hesitation she pressed her nose into Erani's neck, greeting her warmly. The female had practically taken over as her mother, and Epiphron was sure that wouldn't change anytime soon.

"Good evening, Erani," she spoke softly, her voice brimming with genuine happiness at seeing her again. She'd been wandering often, seeing Erani much less than she had on their travels to their new home, for instance.

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