It seemed Rowan's life was just as dull and mundane as it always was, filled with the day to day life of a resident of the Throat. Her mind was starting to reject it, and was turning in on itself. Building and building and building the knowledge that threatened to overwhelm her. Revising every mental map she had until it was a three dimensional, perfectly detailed structure in her mind. Thermal, elevation, boundaries...Rowan had been told by Cassiopeia that it was both a curse and a gift, her mind. She believed her, and accepted that at the moment it was simply acting on part of the former and not the latter. Rowan had been in the Throat for what seemed like seasons, considering she'd been there for nearly three. Yet, the only friends she had were Sohalia and Cassiopeia. If her mentor could be considered her friend, of course. Rowan dearly hoped so, but did not know if the Oracle felt the same. It hurt her heart to know that she was so invisible in her herd, that nobody knew or remember her name. Was she truly so unlikable? So insignificant that people merely looked over her, past her? Her mind rebelled at this thought, objecting that her intelligence far surpassed those around her, that she could run circles around those with far lesser intelligence quotients. Then one night she'd been given pause. Was her superior mind all that made her special, in any way? She certainly wasn't beautiful like Sohalia or Cassiopeia. Even Kri made their similar colors look far grander than Rowan. These depressing thoughts had her running towards the borders, horrified that she was so consumed by knowing herself and trying to stabilize her turmoil over her manipulative adoptive mother that she couldn't even be normal and make friends.

Tears pricked at oceanic eyes, but she refused to let them fall. How long she ran she didn't know, but she was glad that the stamina she'd gained from living in the rugged desert all her life had not left her completely. Flanks were drenched and neck arching with every stroke of pillars that ate up the ground despite her short stature. She needed to get away, away, away. To remind herself that she wasn't impossible to love. She was special, wasn't she? Somehow? Flight over land was stopped when the form of another was spotted, one she knew rather well. The lean, beautiful cream form of Sohalia was unmistakable. Distressed, Rowan started forward again. Needing a comforting shoulder, someone who understood. Who was actually a friend to her. Rowan's weary face betrayed every self-deprecating emotion she was feeling as she approached. "Sohalia?" she called out, though her voice shook slightly. Swallowing hard and taking a deep, shuddering breath to try and calm herself. Sohalia didn't deserve Rowan coming out of nowhere in near hysteria, no matter how kind she was.