It was early morning. Arya had slipped from the sights of her mother(as all Helovian seem to do at least once within their young lives). The world was too big and too wide and she had to see all of it. Staying beside her mother’s bosom would do her no good, so, venture off she did. The previous day she had attempted an escape, only to be caught by a giant stallion with a glass horn much like herself, except his was that of deep crimson. He claimed to be her father and at first the child assumed he would send her back to her mother, instead, he walked with her. While they walked he told stories, ones of a shieldmaiden named Dieudonnée and the great general Alphonse. Arya took far more to the stories of the mare and quickly grew tired of the ‘great general’s feats.

Today though, she only saw her father in passing. Arya had thought herself quite sneaky to slip past his sights, while in reality he had seen. The filly trotted with her head held high and chest puffed out with pride. She was rather pleased with herself and the whole world deserved to know of her feat. Escaping from her mother’s side was no easy feat(or so she told herself). Every now and then though, the child could spot that white dog that had followed her father the previous day. She paid it no mind though for her young self didn’t quite know the concept of a babysitter quite yet.

She toddled along in the crisp Orangemoon air. As the child neared the entrance to the Basin, she stared at the sentinels her mouth agape. Soon they were forgotten as the child remembered her quest. There was a world to see and it was simply waiting for her to come to it. So, the child trotted through the entrance of the Basin and down the mountain pass, not entirely sure how long it was before she found herself in a most strange place. Before her was a mass expanse of grass. The weather already had grown warmer than up in her cold northern home.

The child ran through the grass, giggling as she went. She tripped and fell over onto her side which simply elicited an excited scream. The white dog came running towards her after her head perked back up.

“Hi puppy,” she said through a mad fit of giggles. Carefully she nuzzled the pup with her nose and rose back up to her feet. “Tag you’re it!” She said running off from the hound. Of course, the dog knew not what the child said but she knew how to play chase so she charged after the filly yapping as she went.

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