one, twenty one guns

It was spring, and now she was a year old. It didn't feel any different, really. Nothing special had happened in the time it took for the seasons to change. No sudden growth spurt overnight, and she was still little. She hadn't magically gained all of the knowledge she would need for the rest of her life, either. Now that the weather was calming, she wanted to see about setting her plans in motion. Milli was still missing, and she wanted to find her sister. Bringing her back to somewhere she might be happier would be nice. So, the girl trotted through the mangrove. She needed to speak with miss Epiphron, and see if it was okay that she head off for a short time. It would be even better if Bacc could go with her, since the trip would be much safer with another. Alabaster toes skimmed over the cool terra with a soft, doe like step. Dew had soaked the fur of her paws thoroughly, but she welcomed the cool between her toes. The pudge of her childhood was long since lost, and her form was slender now. Gentle breaths would disturb the foliage as she crept through it, and she sought out the alphess.

Ivory stained features turned this way and that, mismatched gaze seeking the familiar figure of her best friend's grandma. A tentative call of "Miss Epiphron?" would fall from her lips, as the lass kept on walking. The sun had only recently risen, but she had been awake for a while now. Perhaps she should have waited until later in the day to meet with the important woman. Slinking onward, she frowned lightly. It was a little late for that now, it seemed. She splashed quietly through a pool of stagnant water, and she jumped when the cool water splashed her belly. Continuing across the mangrove, she tried to pick up the scent of her queen. Maybe she'd gone out of the territory for a little while. The violet femme hadn't seen her around for a little while, but that could easily be attributed to her desire to be out and about so much.