Take Me Back
05-07-2014, 12:08 AM
Walk | Talk | Think
Nostalgia had the yearling healer-in-training drifting beyond the borders of Ebony and on into the north, trading the cool, crisp woods for frost and snow. Even this time of fall, creeping up on the winter months ahead, the snow was patchy, just beginning in places to start to take its hold. It was kind of nice, actually. She may have never had the truly dense coat suitable for those temperatures, but for a visit it was tolerable. The girl's silvery blue eyes took everything in, her keen, sensitive nose assessing the scents and smells that greeted her. A few hardy, familiar ones from the east jumped out at her, as did a few from her own short stay in the north. Who knew she could still remember smells so strongly?
What she did remember clearly was a pack. The lands of Tortuga had been hers for only a short time, and only hers in the sense that she was one of the few ghosts to haunt it. The pack had resided somewhere in this region, settled upon a forest, a lake, a gorge-- Oh, the gorge. Callisto had liked it there very much. Even after all this time away she still wished to pace through it, to see if the shallow den she had dug out for herself still remained, if someone had claimed it after she had left. Her thoughts wandered further back, to the family that she had once been surrounded by: her absent mother, her diplomatically distracted father, her sharp-tongued brother, and her quiet, over-friendly sister. Was Circe possibly still alive, still wandering these stretches of wood and stone and snow? But then...why did Callisto care? She had finally gotten rid of every excuse for drama and annoyance in her life. She was free.
Still, on this day, there was an emptiness there that she knew not how to fill, a desire that had sent her north to wander around familiar and unfamiliar parts as if the missing piece that she needed might leap out at her and steady the unnerving sense within. Her long, lean grey legs moved at a lazy pace as they carried her shadowy from along, her expression cast in its typical emotionless, careless manner. No one would guess at the thoughts and wonderings that were going through her mind. She did well in keeping it all to herself. The path she carved along the mountainside brought her close to an opening but her attention was far from seeking out crevices and tunnels to explore. Instead she thought of her family, of the life she had once led, and how things had changed.