The moon hung low and ominous in the palest night that she had yet to see within these lands. The Lady In Blue was moving this night, traversing the open plains with an intent that surprised her. Very rarely did she see herself past the borders of Denocte -- choosing to stay where her mischief could be kept to a minimum and if trouble did so happen to lay claim to her then she had the protection of the King Crow to fall upon. But she had become malcontent, and tired of watching the world continue to dance with life and color around her. It was time that she sought out a little adventure of her own.
Uncertainty lingered in her heart, as it had been a very long tim since she had stepped out of her comfort zone other than to attend a worship on the peak just behind her. She tossed a glance at the rise of the mountain's imposing figure -- her breath a shiver in the steadily dropping temperature. Her glass-colored gaze traced the outline of the peak, wondering for just the briefest of moments if her feet knew where they were headed. She couldn't recall the last time that she had felt such an urge to leave the only home that she had ever claimed for herself.
And she had not told anyone where she was going.
Her ears fell back at the thought, a flash of memory stealing across her vision. Her warm breath left an impression on the chilled air as she refused to linger in the memory for more than the time it took to think of it. Freya's life before now had been a dark and cruel thing, and she refused to go back to it. The sapphire headpiece glinted in the moonlight, as she turned her head forward again -- listening to the crisp rustle of the plain grasses as she passed through them. Every step was a symphony of crackling that threatened to send her back to different time. The bison were gathering together for the night, taking up their places to guard the not so young youngsters that had been born in the previous spring. Winter was coming and soon she would claim them all.
