golden strings

The placid babe would leave her new home as the pale skies would change to an almost charcoal. She had quickly found respect for Jupiter, though was it quite so simple to sever her old loyalties to the ice king? S'alkrie knew it was time to move away from Glaciem, no longer was it suitable to consume herself within the shadows, wavering in and out of existence. She wished for change in Alactria, and though her heart is laced with gold with only the purest intentions, She to had to agree Alactria was to soft for their own good. Most thought anyone willing to fight for what they believe in [whether it be for family or a new beginning] where simply villians upon the earthen lands, and well- she could only hope Jupiter would bring something new to the table, S'alkrie was all to keen to support, Willing to put tooth and claw in something she believed in. 

The woman would dance beneath the dim light the moon would provide, keeping her steps light and calculated, travelling towards a small stream. The drop in temperatures reminded her briefly of the North, by now she was rather used to the slightly warmer conditions. A sigh would slip from her rosy lips, so quiet it seemed as of late. She would stand still for a moment, letting the gentle winds wrap around her petite bodice, while looking down within the water, only briefly seeing her illuminating reflection. There was no denying her boredom as of late, it seemed she knew very few wolves, and those she did seemed to never visit. Though, S'alkrie knew it was her fault, the change of her behaviour and choices made her loose everything she cared about. Her crown would twist left and right to peer across each shoulder, as though expecting to see someone slyly come behind her.