Private for Mya 
WC: 1141 I am the queen of rambling, I apologise XD
The sun was finally beginning it's descent from it's noon time peak, slowly starting to crawl back down the sky once again towards the horizon, it would, of course, take several hours to complete the journey, but the movement from it being directly overhead had managed to break away some of the heat from the lands. The grass was lush and green and soft underfoot for any that walked on it, somehow staying cool although the air was warm and heavy around it. A few trees were dotted about the landscape, standing tall and proud, reaching for the very sky itself it seemed, they were still covered with lush green leaves, no signs of an early onset of Autumn taking hold of them. A few small wildflowers littered the ground around the area, like seasoning sprinkled on food, dotted here and there, their bright colours standing out bright and bold against the green of the grass. Through all of this the tall ebony fae walked, her long legs moving her quickly and quietly, she was pleased that the heat seemed to have broken, even if just by a small amount, her jet pelt absorbed the heat so well and stored it, so she had been far too walm, especially as she was walking at the same time. She had risen early this morning, deciding that it was time for her to visit other packs, she had gotten out of her mahogany bed and opened the door onto the terrace to allow the cool air to enter whilst she was out. The ebony fae had then collected things that she might need in her canvas satchel, her music, her flute, some small beads and length of thread along with her sewing needles, just in case she were to run into anyone like her pack mate Sarajevo, who had asked her to fix his bag for him, the ebony female was always happy to help and just because she was travelling outside of her own pack, that did not change. She had also gathered her writing slate and chalk into the bag, wondering if she might see Zalen out on her travels again, she had been teaching him to read and write and he was making excellent progress, she was eager to continue his lessons, she was intending on visiting another pack, but that did not mean that if she ran into him, or anyone else that was interesting and willing to talk to her, that she would not stop and speak to them, perhaps wile the hours away in conversation, she could always start out again tomorrow after all. So Soran had slung her bag over her shoulder, it's strap across her chest as was usual, and left her room, wincing at the name scratched into the door, she really needed to fix that, she had done it quickly and had not gotten around to changing it.
So the obsidian Vetes female had left the lands as the sun had begun to rise, she had been walking for quite some time now. She had been intending on going to visit Cours Des Miracles, to go and see her red grandson, his mate and her great grandchildren or perhaps even that nice Ayita female who had been so keen on Shakespeare, but she had changed her mind, deciding instead that she would go West and see more of the pack of artists that lived there, Tal lived there after all, he was almost family to the jet female, plus the pack had sounded so interesting, she would like to meet more of these wolves who were so apparently talented. This was one of the reasons she had taken her flute with her, although she was usually not far from it, she would often play while she walked, making up little jaunty tunes to keep herself in good spirits, also it kept her hands and mind busy, helping her not to think about her missing children and grandchildren. She missed them all, her red son, even though he had been terrible to Naniko and had done unforgivable things, she was still his mother and she loved him, her black son Khaden was also missing, along with Dhalia, she missed them, she wanted them to come home, she had anticipated that this would be where they eventually settled, but apparently she had been wrong, they were nowhere to be found, they seemed to have vanished, no-one had heard from them for what seemed an age, how the ebony fae hoped that they were alright. She just wanted them to come home safe and alive, they may never forgive her for abandoning them when they had been young, leaving the lands without so much as a backwards glance in their eyes, but she didn't care at the moment, just to know they were safe and well would be enough for her, she could work on rebuilding the bridges between them later, just so long as they were alive. She longed to see her pale granddaughter and mirror image grandson again as well, they too had left the lands, she had been expecting to come home to a family, and she had come home to a broken husk with most of the members missing, the fae was quite upset at this fact.
She was thinking about this as she walked, her feet moving swiftly as they often did when she was lost in the confines of her mind, often she would find herself in unexpected places when this happened, turning up in places she had not been planning on going near, her feet seeming to move automatically. But this time was not the same, she found herself at the borders of the pack she had been planning on visiting, Cercatori D'Arte, the pack of artists, she smiled, stopping before she reached the borders, not wanting to intrude on the lands, that would of course be rude, she did not expect these wolves to behave that way near her lands and so she would not cross over into theirs without an invitation first. Emerald eyes scanned her surroundings, there seemed to be no-one in sight, unfortunately there was no sign of her former mate's son, she had been hoping that the pale male might be by the borders, saving her from having to shout for him. That was not to be the way obviously. The fae raised her dark head, letting out a loud call, "hello! Is anyone around? Tal?" She called in a howl, all she had to do now was wait she supposed, sitting down with her legs crossed she took her flute from it's satchel, assembling it quickly and playing a tune to keep her entertained while she waited, to keep her mind away from thoughts that were too sad to bear at the moment.
