387 → I think Ata's updating Arte for a few rounds, then Draugr will come in? Could be wrong though.
The passing of time had gone on unnoticed for far too long. Since Larkspur's funeral the largest girl of his second brood had essentially disappeared from sight, only leaving to complete her adulthood ceremony. A mask had indeed been the answer, and she'd been rewarded. More importantly, her studies had become her main interest. Books and paper didn't talk back, didn't question her, but instead offered knowledge that could be unlocked by simply lifting a metaphorical beam that barred certain doors. Many of them went untouched by normal people, but with guidance she'd been steered toward them.
Now, nearly three months into her studies, she held onto Italian with an iron-fisted grasp and had grown bored with intellectual puzzles aimed at testing the true depth to her abilities. They felt, and may well have been endless. Learning underneath someone who was also capable of making their mind a vessel with which to contain everything the world had to offer was helpful, but she itched to make her own discoveries. Unaware that the sun had risen some hours ago, it was with less-than-certain steps that Atemisia had emerged from her ruin that, while provincial and hardly worth living in, sheltered her work when she was away from the Eternity home. Unwilling to let go of familial ties and fly the coop so to speak, she felt like the only one who continued to care for her mother. In turn, it would appear as though she was free to do as she pleased. Despite being Salsolan blood-royalty, though not officially, she suspected this wouldn't have been a problem. Her birthday would be here in less than one cycle of the moon, and with that she would be an adult in more than mind and body.
Her body had shed some of its awkwardness and from it emerged the subtle (though still quite masculine, unfortunately) shapes of a woman. The closer to home she found herself traipsing, the easier her steps became. Intense gold-orange eyes were, as always, surveying the land. It was an obsessive antic; if she didn't, something would surely happen. There was no way to alleviate the sense of ever-present danger, especially when a majority of the pack was self-serving and wouldn't hesitate to figuratively throw someone under the bus for their own advancement in the ranks.
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