She stood on the border looking out, vivid green eyes searching the distance hungrily. The desire to roam was growing once more. It crept in like the tide; ebbing and flowing with a regularity she was becoming familiar with. Warja was trying to find a balance between her two warring desires. On one hand, she loved her family and wished to reside in the home they'd made for themselves, but on the other hand, she hated the idea of sitting still. There was so much to see, so much to do, and sitting still felt like wasting what little time she had.
Blackened ears flicked, bases pivoting as she sought to capture the sounds beyond the quiet haven of Secretua. She itched with the intensity of the desire that threatened to propel her over the threshold. Things were happening out there. Just thinking about what could be going on just out of sight was enough to make her heart pound.
