Thought i could fly. So why did i drown?
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Word Count :: 368 Blah post. AW; those who don't know, Grace is helplessly sarcastic and stalking Nier a little (i joke... somewhat)

Change wasn't something new to the golden woman, nor the desire to strike out on her own and see how far she could go; she'd done it before, so long ago. But that was deep within the past, so much of her life she had spent within Anathema and it's maze of tunnels and caves that she found the very fact that she was considering leaving very... disconcerting. Seating herself cross-legged ocean filled eyes roamed over her room and it's small cluttered contents here and there, things she had acquired through her life and time in the cave dwelling pack thus far. This was her home, had been as such since it's founding and was she really considering the option of leaving it to pursue a foolish girls crush, on some guy likely oblivious to her slight interest in him because he saved her Turnip?

Rising from the bed she began packing her things, concluding the fact that she was thinking about leaving as proof enough that she had already decided what she wished to do; if things didn't work out she could always come running back with her tail between her legs and whimpering to Naniko. Quickly she gathered all of her belongings; dumping all pack records and such just inside the Angelo's room along with a note as to her reasons for leaving, the golden girl not confident enough to leave the message to the white queen in fear of changing her mind in regards to going if she encounter the Angela.

Then she left, with her few belongings strung over her shoulder and the rest attached to Mai, the paint mare lazily walking beside her. She had a rough idea of where she was going and as she walked the two pheasants ran out ahead and explored the changing landscape, darting in and out of the various foliage they encountered throughout their small journey.

Eventually the wolf, horse and pheasants made their way to their desired borders, the golden woman pulling the paint mare to a stop beside her, shuffling about on the spot as she swung her dreaded head each way, before taking a calming breath and calling for someone to come assist her.

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