Far from home
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  • Setting: Late Afternoon
  • Location: Expanse Border
  • Form: Secui


  • Nature whispered its loving tones to her ears as she walked amongst its splendor in content. True it was not rare that she felt such elation for the daily wonders of the world, but none the less it felt such a treat to have her ears tickled by the distant call of birds coupled with the melodious trickle of the Miki'Aliqua nearby.

    Upon four paws, she prowled the domain encompassed by the scent of the family therein. Her red crown adorned in the wild blossoms of the summer and collected down of her ever watchful companions were playfully teased by a passing breeze, threatening to again free a loose strand of her braided mane and have it again fall in her face. Were the overgrowth of bangs not enough to steal the amber from her eyes? She rounded her fur clad shoulder, the fox fur and adorning tails groomed to a perfection as always. It was a thought to none, but one she pondered on in mirth none the less. Something to busy her idle mind as she continued her leisurely patrol.

    But so suddenly her idle thoughts were taken by a sound coursing the wind. A beckoning near the Expanse that called for her expediency. Forgoing her patrol she loped toward the echoing tones, setting both ears and nose one alert for what called her away from her peaceful stroll. A faint scent grew to a prominent aroma quickening her pace as then the image of two and a steed came into view. Her thunderous paws came to fall silently as she slowed her stride, breathing deeply the fragrant air accompanied by their collected scents as she intended to slow her heavily beating heart. It was not with a stern expression, but with a kind tilt of her head that she greeted them, offering as she did with all a soft smile of acknowledgement and a humble stance. "Goodday to you," she offered softly. "Are you alright, strangers?"



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