Sorry for delay! She's in Optime form. 400+
How do you describe home? What words do you use to convey the feeling of belonging, of joy, of finally feeling like the small part of something grand? How do you begin to even talk about the way in which the very blood in your veins connects you to those around yourself? The fact that you are born into a loving, welcoming family doesn't guarantee happiness, but it does secure ties, it provides you with anchors and navigation paths in the journeys you face. Marika wasn't often quite so introspective, but her talk with her grandfather had made her rethink her position. She could not consider the woman who had birthed her a mother. Not after the things she had done.
That, however, was in the past and if there was one thing she had learned while travelling it was that you had to let go of the past. You had to forgive, forget and just let go. Troubled spirits could not survive long in the world, unless they found ways of reconciling themselves with whatever had bothered them to begin with. Still, now that she was here again and she had decided to finally stay, Marika couldn't help but wonder what she could do to make herself feel more like a part of the pack. She hadn't quite forgiven herself for leaving in such dire times, but she knew, in her heart, that she had done it out of fear. That she was afraid of losing the side of her family which accepted her for what she was.
Much as she wanted to spend more time with Rurik again today, she could feel herself becoming too quiet and introspective. Their meeting had been a good one and she hoped to see him again soon, but for now, Marika knew that some time alone would allow her to think clearly. So with that in mind, she had set off to explore the hidden parts of the land and see what her own blindness had previously prevented her from discovering. It wasn't that long until she saw an unfamiliar wolf. He probably should have been familiar to her from the meeting, but that time had been such a haze in her mind that she doubted she could recall his name. He seemed to be doing something rather strange with a box and her ears twitched curiously. Marika was almost like a puppy sometimes.
Uhm... Excuse me, but vat are you doing dere? She tried to crane her neck and look over his shoulder, but that only displayed a blanket he was holding tightly. Marika had some semblance of dignity, so she decided to wait patiently for him to explain exactly why he had a blanket and whether she could see what was in it or not.
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