The Perfect Outlet

*Anais* · 08-15-2014, 05:19 PM

Walk | Talk | Think

It was still amazing to believe that her family had ended up back where it had all began. The Range had been where her parents had met, where she and her siblings had been born, where nearly the first year of their lives had been spent blissfully happy and hopelessly content. It had never occurred to Anais that she might ever get a chance to return, especially after having put that life behind her when they had been exiled. They had not been welcomed back, not once since they had left, but now there was no one there to tell them no. There was no one there save Destruction and another young woman that her mother vouched for from those old days. And slowly, little by little, they were making it theirs again.

The young grey and gold girl had been ecstatic to be able to travel down those familiar paths, to see the familiar oddities that were sheltered here, and was constantly bombarded with random memories that even the tiniest things would suddenly cause to resurface. It brought out the child in her in full, her studies as a hunter temporarily abandoned as she familiarized herself again with the home she had once had. It all seemed so similar and yet so different, her growth and experience adding a new light to everything that she saw. The den her parents had sheltered their family in was much smaller than she remembered, the forests so much larger and vast, the red barn less intimidating than when she had stared at it as a child while wondering about the monster she had been told lived within. She had disproved that myth this time around, and the victory over finally setting foot inside the building had her full of energy and excitement.

So much so that she resorted to into funneling it toward the most fun outlet she could think of: adventuring. She stayed close, just in case her parents needed to find her quickly for anything, and thankfully there had been enough options available to her to satisfy her need. She had chosen to head north past the Range, wandering through woods and grinning happily over the turn in luck her family seemed to be currently having. Would that luck happen to spin directly her way? As the woods gave way to the plateau, she was about ready to believe it had. It as nothing immediately to see, a flat space devoid of any immediately eye catching formations or bits of greenery, but as her legs carried her slowly along, her lemon gold eyes observant and seeking, she could feel something special about this place, something significant and intriguing. If only she could put her paw on it.

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