She was late to rise and not at all in high spirits. She felt utterly worn and restless even after a restful night. But she did not awaken with a clear mind and anticipation for what lied in wait on this day, rather she awoke with a troubled mind and empty heart. Emerging from her den she met the glare of the afternoon sun unobstructed by not even a single cloud. Was the blinding light to her eyes punishment for lulling about, wasting nearly half the day away? She should have been ashamed of herself if not already scolding her present disposition.
Her primal form slipped seamlessly to a more civilized posture, her hunched form extending slightly and bones reform to suit and balance her two legged state. She left her mane as it was, too absent in thought to care enough to groom it. She did however remember her role within Ichika as its warrior still adapting to its culture. The bonds of the Nomads ran deep, not so easily dismissed by a new family. She withdrew from her den the pelt of her first kill, the tail now fashioned to cup protectively around her left shoulder. A thin band of hide fastened the furred shoulder to her upper arm while she fixed another to string across her chest and tie beneath her right shoulder. It was at the moment, the only aspect about her that she took pride in.
Above her sounded her owl companion, impatiently calling for her to withdraw from her sanctuary and thread further into the light. She heeded without hesitation, extending her arm in beckon for the bird to come to her. "Here," she uttered to him and heard the beat of his wings as he dropped into decent. His talons clung to her forearm gently giving the female a light nip on the muzzle as if in reprimand before hooting softly, "Late." The woman smiled though her gaze upon the bird was distant and smile was nothing more than a reflexive turn of her lips. "I know.... I know."
The day was partly gone meaning there was only the rest of the afternoon and early night to accomplish anything she intended. She felt the disappointment of her irresponsible behavior, her civil mind asserting itself, talking her down for letting something as infinitesimal as feelings keep her from routine. She couldn't be bothered to contest, however. Her heart was simply not in it. It was absent from her chest and she didn't know where it had gone. It was burden to exert herself beyond the energy she had, she was so drain. She walked aimless from the forest til she was once again within the Valley just shy of the Ranch that stabled the beasts. Hearing the distant sounds of the beast roused the bird's attention and he took off to explore, leaving his master alone to her thoughts.
She had no real task to complete, not hunt to undertake as of yet. Time was idle and ample in her hands, her mind was so full of thoughts she wished to explore. Why was she in pain like that? What brought on this sudden emptiness? Why was she plagued by thoughts of grey? And why... why was she overcome with such anger?
She needed a distraction. She could recount the times among the Nomads when others expressed feelings... uncertainties like these. It was always the advise of the Shepard to absorb those thoughts and channel them, disperse their negative energy from their limbs. Detour the trouble thoughts with practice. X'yrin knew her balance was poor on two legs, not yet strengthened from lack of strenuous use. Softly exhaling, she slid a leg back to brace herself, crouching low to stretch her muscles and held the form counting slowly. If there was anything to distract her, it would be this; trying to keep herself balanced and her legs from buckling under the strain.