Keep Marching On

Verloren · 07-21-2011, 08:25 PM

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WC:467 - OOC Looking for anybody who could start mentoring her for the Envoy Class or at least just in general.
*Dated for July 21st - Phoenix Forest - early dawn*
"(German)",, English
Table by Kitty

She’d seen this forest a few times yet had never ventured near. She’d heard there were caverns and a vineyard in its reaches. She’d also heard the forest and its caverns were dangerous. But, would that stop a pup named lost? Of course not! Which is why, still in the night’s icy grip, the Tundra finally weaved her way into the tangle of trees. It was pitch black and with little starlight able to break through the canopy she couldn’t see very far or very much. But, this is what she wanted. She’d been whelped into a family of experienced explorers and though she had not learned their ways wandering in the darkness just felt right to her. Although, she had yet to escape her random lapses of balance and placement and soon found herself tripping and running into everything. Even the smallest twig sent her on a monumental stumble.

Luckily, as the sun began to rise and she began to see the ground before her she didn’t cause as much a racket. A disappointed frown hardened her face and in the brightening light she tightly shut her eyes, hoping to regain the helplessness of her previous blindness. Again she began her ritual of crashing into everything, but this time she found herself a little better at placing her still overgrown paws. Although, a few minutes in she tripped over a log and landed square on her face. Tears welled up in her eyes at the pain and frustration and she bit her tongue in an effort to hold them back. But, as she laid there a tapered stream dampened her mud caked cheeks. In the back of her mind she hoped somebody would scoop her up and tell her to try again or that she’d eventually get it (get what she didn’t quite understand yet). Although, having not gotten the chance to feel that same encouraging touch from her mother sent a new wave of tears down her cheeks. Oh how she missed her mother so much.

But, defeat soon turned to determination and she pushed herself to her feet, closed her wet eyes, and tried again. This time, though, when she fell over a root she did not stand again. With a sniffle she just laid in the dirt, her legs spayed out and ears drooped in loss. She had an untapped talent for finding her way, she just didn’t know it yet and it frustrated her. Furthermore, she had yet to find somebody that could teach her and had been stuck learning many things on her own. She truly felt lost, and in more ways than one. She’d entered Phoenix Forest blind and was actually lost. But, wasn’t that the point of her little expedition: to get lost in order to find your way?

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