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Tallsun came out to be unlike what she had expected. Her first had been nothing but a light, airy memory passed with great speed, never having enough strength and time to take a grasp to her mind and find a foot hold. It became lost with other parts of her memories. The more she searched, the more she became aware of what had faded away. There was still a large hole to fill, but things that occurred within her childhood quickly became blurred with it. She scolded herself for not even remembering what the Foothills looked like bathed in snow in a picture perfect world from her first few days, any of the other children she had met along the way that were not Sacre and Amara. No one got a strong hold on her. Even Tonka, a man she once idolized and wanted so desperately to be like, began to fade away from her thoughts at a gradual pace.
Her leave from the desert was meant for herbs, ones she spent hours dragging herself through the process of digging, searching, pushing away undergrowth and other plant material to get to precious healing plants. In the end, she came out empty-handed and low spirited. Returning home without them would make her seem less useful in her purpose. The idea itself left her with an annoyed snort.
Her pace was easy, her direction laying northward as if she would return to the North again. Viewing the lights in the sky again would bring her some sort of relief. Going back to a place where she could be alone would allow her the ability to rethink her recent options in life, and how she was to go about them. A stone tossed within the pit of her stomach when she came to think of Amara, of how she thrown so much unnatural hatred and fury to the direction of the one she found herself closest to in her shattered life. If there was friendship to be salvaged from the relationship that she was now carrying with the winged female, then she would take her chances and see where it would allow her to run to.
Dusk settled in comfortably by the time that the trees stood tall and gazed down upon her, basked in the vibrant palette of colours, a dark indigo where the night was the strongest set to the distance. A low hum rose from unknown destinations to the sound of Cicadas calling out for mates. Her ears flickered about the top of her head, slowing to a walk with her head hung to a comfortable position when she passed through the trees.
For a moment, she let the idea that the insects had stopped their song(that was becoming a nuisance after only a few moments there), before the volume was raised and brought to a higher pitch. A sigh slipped past her, eyes casted downwards while she tried to release the weight of annoyance from her shoulders. As a younger one, she would of stopped to yell and complain about their noise. She had been one to be angered easily at that time, screaming at inaminate objects as if they would become enraged with her young attitude and extend a branch or something to hit her hard enough that a lesson would take seed in her mind.
She caught the tempo of their song along the way, extending her stride at the sight of cool, calming water before her. They didn't seem the least insulted when she came to hum the tune, letting the first foreleg be placed into the embrace of aqua. The indigo shades that once acted as back drop took full charge of the sky as she slid her chest into place, allowing a relaxing sigh.
OOC: Dragon's Throat patrol of the Secret Grove.
If Veci wants to mess with her, she's scared of anything decaying.
@[Hector]
you were angels,
so much more than everything
:: please tag me
:: minor force and power play allowed
