Geneva had not wandered far from Phoenix Valley since the birth of her child. Now that Pripyat was older and had ascended into the adult ranks of the pack, she felt better about giving him space. She still worried about him, but not as constantly as she used to. Her son had demonstrated again and again that he was a logical creature and that he could take care of himself. She was still happy to have him around often, but now more than ever he needed time and space to develop his own attitudes, outlooks, and habits. Geneva and Jefferson, as strange and mismatched as they seemed as a couple, had come together to raise their son, and she felt confident that they had done the best they could for him.
It had taken a considerable amount of time – more than she remembered it taking – to get to Halifax, but she was glad to make the trek. The slender gray female had assumed her more feral form and walked on four legs today. Prior to Pripyat’s birth, she had spent equal time in her forms, but since his birth she had been almost exclusively bipedal. It was a nice change of pace to return to her “roots,” so to speek. In this form, she felt that she moved with more grace and strength. She was still delicately built, thin and almost bordering on frail, but as she stretched her legs in a careless lope, she felt strong and free.
She wandered the cracked asphalt streets of the abandoned city and her thoughts flew backward. She had been raised from childhood in the shell of a once great human city herself, and now she lived in a far more rural setting, although she did make her home in a human built structure. She had forgotten how strange and ghostly an empty city could seem. She wondered if she would ever see New York again, but considering that she had not left Nova Scotia in two and a half years, the chances were slim.
Geneva was not much of a traveler. Her curious nature did lend her a small sense of adventurism, but her pursuits tended to run to the more cerebral side of things. She often did research in the tiny library that she and Jefferson had accumulated between the two of them. It had been a long time since she had updated it, and so she felt the need to come here. She would scout out books first, and then retrieve them at a later time. She thought that upon her return trip she would invite Davyn, since he seemed so interested in procuring human devices. Consumed by her thoughts, she slowed her pace and walked in a sort of preoccupied haze.
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