She is sent away from the mountain with a task, and she can feel a frustration building in her chest at the thought of it. Not because she was expected to do something in exchange for her request – she never assumed she would get something for free, especially not something like this. No, frustrated simply because she was not sure how she would accomplish it. To find someone that had once tried to model themselves after someone else – she imagines that is just about everyone, the issue being that no one ever wants to admit such a thing.
Everyone that she has met has seemed so hesitant to admit that they admire someone else, that they might want to model themselves after them. She isn’t sure why. She has no issue with telling anyone that might ask that she wanted the same panther trait as her father because she admired him.
She would rather be like him than anyone else that she has met.
The trees that border the meadow have already begun to change, their leaves an array of crimson and gold. She winds her way through the pale trunks of the trees, dipping her head to avoid tangling her antlers in the low hanging limbs. It was late in the morning, the fog still lingering lazily in the trees, but it is out to the open expanse of the meadow that she looks. She takes them in her brightly colored eyes, a sigh breathing from her chest.
She has always despised small talk, but it looked as though she was going to have to make a lot of it in order to finish this.
Aislyn
she set fire to all the things that held her back
and from the ashes she stepped into who she always was