I’ve become a simple souvenir of someone’s kill

The Thief didn't know what caused her to return to the Labyrinth. Perhaps it was because of the memories that were associated with such a land - the good memories and the bad. She remembered the battle, remembered Mauja's flaming birds as they cascaded toward Tembovu while she rushed her way out of danger. She also remembered the beautiful exchange in gifts for the Elephant King after the Moon Goddess had healed him. Regardless, memories were memories, and they were there to stay. At least she had them to hold onto when she felt like nothing was going right.

The further she stepped into the land and between the stalks of bamboo that shot toward the sky, the more her feeling of unease began to die away. Marembo, her polecat companion, seemed to enjoy the view of this land the most out of the two of them. He had no association with this land other than what Rexanna fed him through the bond. Despite that feeling, he was content and rather quite excited. Rexanna had spent most of her time admiring the land as it regrew from the destruction that happened not that long ago, losing herself in her mind. The polecat always had ways of getting her attention, however. He found comfort laying across her withers, clutching to her mane and when he needed to get her attention, he would sharply tug on one of the dual toned strands and squeak to her. Which he just so happened to do. Puffing out a sigh, Rexanna faltered in her steps to swing her head around - watching the gold and brown marbled creature with an almost frustrated look. "Remy, please. What do you want now?" She sighed, seemingly out of frustration of being pulled from her thoughts. Yet, the polecat's cheeks lifted in what he thought to be a smile before tugging a bit more - a sign to the mare that he wanted to climb off. Rexanna nodded to him, shifting over to one of the stalks of bamboo. She watched him as he grabbed onto one of the stalks and did his best to scramble to the ground. Her ears flickered in uncertainty of whether or not she should continue, but he always found her regardless. So why did it really matter if she explored a bit without the tiny trouble maker?

Remy climbed to the ground and watched as Rexanna made her way through more stalks of bamboo, careful to listen for where she would go. The only thing the polecat really wanted was to do something interesting. With that in mind, Remy began to crash through the undergrowth. He danced through the bamboo without any trouble, using his snake-like body to its maximum proficiency. Rexanna was still listening, however, hearing the crashing of leaves and mild squeaks that her companion said out of surprise. He sent her a few images as he ran across the shadowed undergrowth, nothing of particular interest - until she heard something that seemed demanding of her attention. Remy did his best to beat the mare to the event, which was a lot easier for him than it was for her. He could weave around the stalks whereas Rexanna had to find her own ways around - careful to avoid getting her golden chains stuck in any branches that poked out just enough to grasp onto her trinkets. Instead, Remy crashed through the undergrowth, following the beast that created the sound. He peeked out from under the brush, noticing a unicorn and companion. He tugged at his bond for Rexanna, excited with his findings. Meanwhile, Rexanna sighed mentally at the neediness of her companion. As she approached the brush that Remy had been standing under, he ran out straight for the strangers. His run was a bit of a comical thing to see, but Rexanna felt nervous nevertheless. She tore after him, crashing through the bamboo to come face to face with the stranger and his companion.

She marveled at the fact for a mere moment before glaring at the polecat that had stopped a few feet from the two with a smug look on his face, almost as if he was saying "look at what I found!" Rexanna's blue gaze sought out the unicorn's, offering him a small apologetic smile. "I'm so sorry." She admitted, a frown finding her face as she let her gaze drop to her companion. Instead of feeling bad about his actions, the polecat gestured her gaze to the pieces of egg that he was sure the little deer had emerged from. Rexanna let her gaze land on the small cerndyr, remembering what Ashamin's newborn companions looked like at their own hatching. The smile returned to her face, and she looked to the stallion with a smaller look of apologies, but happiness for him all the same. "I believe a congratulations is in order?" Her voice was gentle, undertoned with the apology of the polecat rampage. All the while Remy just sat there, marveling at the cerndyr as if it was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.

"Talk."

And like the sea—

I’m constantly changing from calm to ill.

Rexanna