In the end, Galadriel will always be prone to wandering. Her heart wants what it wants, simply put - and what it wants is never entirely clear, just that it always wants something different. She pines, as blue as the color of her coat, so longingly after a change in scenery even just moments after finding a new one.
It's not easy to keep her entertained, no; but she has yet to encounter death or near-death, and today she thinks she will find out what it's like to almost die.
It is the deepest parts of the Forest that call her the most: rumors that the shadows in the tangled trees are deep enough to house any remnants of the monsters of the Eclipse. The girl approaches those monsters with a grin on her face, eyes sparkling with a plan she finds entirely full-proof. She'll change their vision, easy as pie. That will stop them dead in their tracks, no matter any left over swinging claws or teeth.
The monsters are not what Galadriel finds, though. A den of mewling fox kits screams up at her, or so she thinks. She blinks down at the little orange things, wondering if and when their mother might return. A fox is not a formidable opponent, no; and Rel thinks she'll turn deeper into the wood, to find something much larger, larger than she can imagine.
But the kits are mewling, and the closer she looks, the more of their ribs she sees. Rel breaths out, feeling empathy hold her legs frozen in place.
