Warja stared blankly at the entrance to her den. Or, rather, she stared at the dent in the snow where she thought the entrance to her den might be. Heavy snowfall + strong wind + poor planning = a snow-filled den. She sighed and stepped forward, sinking up to her elbows in snow as she fished around for the exact location. Finding it, the little fae dove into the snow and set about clearing it out.
Scratching and clawing, Warja sent arcs of snow flying out behind her. Her mind wandered while she worked. As usual she was getting restless. Secretua was well and good, and she loved being near her family, but nothing compared to the freedom that came with roaming. After venturing to the southern continent Warja had realized just how little of Alacritia she had seen. She was desperate to rectify this and had half a mind to hunt Kismet down and drag him off on an adventure. But no, she'd just went on one. It was only fair that she spent some time at home before running off again.
Time would be up soon enough and she could go north or south, or wherever she wanted. Until then, she could dream, right? ...or maybe she could take off under the guise of recruiting. Secretua was in need of new members, so at the very least it was worth considering.
