Short posts maybe best, for the most part. Set at the very south of the river territory, so no one has too far to travel?
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It might have been bleak, but for the white spots of snowflakes against the overhanging clouds. She had been half of a year old for days now, and there had been no manifestation of the shift in shape she'd hoped for. She had tried, but it did not happen. The straining and concentrating hadn't helped, so Legacy had stopped. Sprightly despite her cares, South was the direction she was compelled towards. Over frosty, icy, whitened earth; strange, this wanderlust. What was she hunting for? Her mind said food, her heart said... something else. Something important. Somewhere. Somehow.
The yearnings of youth. As all-encompassing as an adult's frettings. The girl sped up to shake away her concern. Really, there was nothing, but everything seemed forbidding today - stony and silent. She would go and be a scout, a Southern scout. She would check for trespassers, or events of note even beyond the borders. Importance lent logic to proceedings. It was sensible to do things for a reason. You were often asked questions, and to not have an answer was to be caught off-guard in the rocky world of word-play.
Where would her feet take her, where would her life lead? She was unmoulded, undecided, and she couldn't decide without understanding the choice. If she'd known how it would go, how her spirit could fly, or break... would she have stopped, let the snow fill in the gaps around her - or turned, left the avenue of potential for a more mundane homewards route; or just continued straight ahead as she did now, knowing the river was near to the west, knowing any choice was as good as the next.
To the most southernly point of the Yawrah she'd ever visited, a place where although she didn't know it she was adjacent to the enigma that was Clouded Tears, a stretch of clear bank opened up, and Legacy sniffed the cold air curiously. She stood for a moment, considering, then with a quick glint in her eye she began to stalk. Creeping, crouching low to the ground, and watching carefully inwards as if there was something standing there. It existed only in her mind; a huge imaginary elk, unaware of her presence, dozing in a standstill. If she made one sound, it would be gone!