Time has passed in the world outside. While she has lingered in withdrawal, her broken body has mended (as well as it would ever mend), and her spirit has melded back together. She will never be as whole or perfect as she once had been, but she finds she no longer cares. She had been crafted in the farthest reaches of the universe, welded back together by searing magic, and she has come out the other side stronger for it. She will never be that same, carefree girl that had so gleefully trod the Dale and the meadow. But in the end, she is glad for it.
She had made a promise, and now she is here to keep it. She had left the meeting silently, her intent clear. She is already moving in the direction of the jungle, her broken body gliding easily through the air. She makes no effort to conceal herself. Rather, she arrives rather conspicuously. A flickering light travels along the black cracks covering the entirety of her body. The light, though muted, is still bright enough to be easily seen. Her soul has mended enough that she could likely prevent the light from escaping, but she sees no need to. Only a fool would take the lambent brightness, the breaks in her skin, as a sign of weakness. And should a fool approach believing they had found themselves an easy target, she would be only too happy to show them the error of their ways.
But she does not believe those of the jungle are fools. She knows that it takes a certain strength, fortitude, and cleverness to be able to survive in a place where any number of animals would be happy to have you for breakfast. This is why she had willingly put herself forth, agreed readily (even suggested) the exchange. She is under no illusion that she will be given any immediate rank or prestige. Had she wanted that, she would have remained in the Dale beside Ramiel. No, just as the Jungle princess will have to earn her place in the Dale, she will earn hers here.
As she moves past the borders of the Jungle, she deftly lowers herself to the ground. She does not stop though. Instead, she continues forward, her stride long and deft. Her inherent ability of flight keeps her from stumbling over the many tripping hazards littered along the thickly vegetated earth. The ability would stand her in good stead in this strange place.
As she continues, she follows intuition as much as she does scent and sight. She is not overly concerned about becoming lost. If she were truly to become mired in the maze of trees, she would simply move herself above the tree line. Besides, she does not doubt someone will find her soon enough.
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