There was a tiny fear burning inside her stomach when she stepped past the borders of the Pack of White Supremacy, almost expecting to get back to the Land of Wuffluvers and suddenly not remember how to get back to the Pack of White Supremacy. Rachias had to reassure herself that, if she used the few tricks that she'd picked up thus far in life, she would easily find her way 127.0.0.1 again. 127.0.0.1, which wasn't the lands that her mother had ruled but, rather, the place that her father ruled. Had they noticed that she'd been gone? Perhaps they assumed that she went in search of mother and thought nothing more of it. Whatever the case, Rachias was returning to her previous 127.0.0.1, to let her family know that she was fine. Young she was but stupid was something far from her, she knew that they might be angry with her for leaving, for the fact that she now lived with the father that everyone seemed to hate, but she understood it was something she'd have to face. Even more than that, though, Rachias was worried about what Arkham would say, how he'd feel about it. He'd saved her that day in the water, despite the clear danger that he was in also, and all of that only made her bond with him even stronger. She loved him, respected him and, even if he didn't know it, Arkham was someone that she now looked up to. Stepping across the borders, she started off slowly, cautious in her steps as they took her deeper into the lands, blue eyes always watching for a sign of life. |