The ocean colored child would wander around, wasting her fall days with exploring and in a way, training. Out in the open of lands she had never traveled to left her open for anything. It could be, in her mind, the most dangerous form of training. One could never know what dangers lurked beneath every stone or around every bend. The soft breeze flew through her fur, reminding her of Zeus and how kindly her captors had treated her. Vaguely she remembered Lyanna, whom had helped her cope with the change and separation for her family. She missed Lyanna dearly but the woman was watching over her from the stars. "Lyanna, I'm sorry I couldn't save you." The haunting memories of her death were overwhelming, causing tears to well up in her eyes as she sat down deep in the depths of the dense thicket. She was going to fight the world to hold the promises and ideas she had made to her friend. This was where her training truly started: back at the beginning where it all started.
