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Weeks and weeks had passed since Cercelee had stepped foot in any area aside from Twilight Vale or Dahlia de Mai for more than a mere moment. While in Twilight Vale she had explored Shiloh Hill, and briefly Halifax, but those had been short excursions. Her aimless wanderings of before seemed a distant memory. Cercelee couldn’t even recall the last time she had slept outdoors. In Twilight Vale she had slept in the manor, and upon returning to Dahlia de Mai she had slept within any one of the numerous vacant houses of Berwick. Now that unscratchable itch had returned. Her feet wanted to move, her eyes wanted to see new things, new people, and the little ivory colored leader could think of no reason to deny them.
Aside from a few awkward patches of fur that were shorter than the rest, no evidence of the attack on her being was present. Yet as Cercelee neared the Dampwoods the female could recall every injury laid on her body. The aches and stings that seemed to linger so long after her skin had reclosed and her muscles and flesh healed were finally gone, but as she neared the exact area Hybrid had ambushed her she imagined she could feel them all over again. Cercelee shook her head to clear the thoughts. Instead she imagined Slay scolding her for wandering off alone, to the place of her attack no less. She couldn’t explain it to herself but she was looking for something. Or someone. Resolution perhaps.
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