09-08-2019, 01:24 PM
Back and forth, back and forth. She wandered, never really knowing where she was headed or why - just that she had nothing better to do. Lacking in entertainment she craved occupation - something that she had never been deprived of as a youngster. Her parents had always ensured that her whims were brought to fruition and that her every interest, no matter how small, were fed. To be so completely without, at times it was proving to be quite unsettling. Regardless of how spoiled she seemed, she was still unwilling to surrender herself back into the trivial existence she had enjoyed. She knew when a page needed to be turned, and she remained eager to see the next chapter of her life begun. Foolish determination replaced petty demands and unsettling pouts. Demetyr was no longer a child and she would prove herself capable in a world that had, thus far, proven itself to be simple enough - even in its vacancy of interest. True, she had met a few new faces. People that she considered to be her friends, even if she doubted that their paths would cross again. They had been helpful at the moment that she had needed them to be, and it was for that she had no intention of ever forgetting their faces. Returning to the place where her journey had begun, she halted beneath the shelter of a tree. Winter had been unforgiving and she shivered despite her determination to remained unbothered by the frost. In her time spent in the wild, her coat had grown in thickness - though she hated the unkempt way it altered her appearance. It made her seem coarse, unrefined - like some wildling completely lacking in culture. Back home, the land had never reached temperatures desperate enough to alter her appearance. She had remained sleek and slender all year long - a beauty far surpassing the grumpkin she had been, lately, reduced to. Huffing, she was determined to find some way to thin her coat the very same moment that the weather warmed. It would not do to have herself appearing in such a way - not when she intended to attract her true love to her. No stallion would see her as some maiden in need of a knight, but rather a creature of homelessness not worthy of their attention. Naturally, there was some small part of her that did not believe the thoughts that had formed in her pretty little head. She was still quite appealing to behold, even though she refused to trust that logical part of her mind. Desperation would continue to pursue her as she waited, rather impatiently, to gain someone's notice. |
@[Aries]