Some times, Yseulte needed to get away.
Not from anyone or anything in particular, but simply away. It was a strange, conflicting feeling that Yseulte felt in her chest as she moved beneath the cool shade of the trees, floating through the spring growth like a distant dream. She preferred company more often than not, because her mind had a horrible tendency to linger in the past and settle on unpleasant memories. And yet, she found Edge dweller company to be rather...stifling. Which was bizarre in itself, seeing as she had yet to meet many of the members, including their mysterious queen. As far as Yseulte could tell, hey were all kind, decent folk, and she felt most undeserving of their affections and acceptance.
No matter, life would go on, and she would continue to learn the craft of creation under Lace's patient guidance. He was a fine mentor—steady and calm as a slow, winding river. It gave her purpose, crafting. The ability to create, rather than destroy, was a concept entirely new to the monster-child, and she threw herself into the craft with everything she had to offer, even though she had very little to offer in the first place. It kept her mind from wandering, and kept her busy.
Sighing, she breathed in the sweet smell of a distant thunderstorm, and watched the robins flit from branch to branch over head. Today, she strayed away from the Edge in the late afternoon light, slipping through the trees with ease until at last she came upon the small meadow she was rather fond of. The sun dappled her back in weak, but warm rays, and made her white-blonde hair ablaze with a cold glow.
The rocky trail twisted and snaked up the mountain as gentle sighs of wind whispered through the rocks in in soft whistles. She gritted her teeth, despising the oppressive fog that blinded and disoriented her. The immensity of the mountain and the thickness of the fog made her feel insignificant and hopelessly lost.
Entering the misty meadow, she startled a bold-eyed doe and her speckled fawn, sending them dashing through the meadow to the cool darkness of the forest. Larks and robins twittered nearby, and she could her the breezes through the wildflowers. Yeulte's pace dwindled as she fell to grazing, enjoying the taste of sweet spring growth on her tongue and the feel of sunlight on her back.
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where now she wanders none can tell, jackal
