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...Through my fires ir through my snow?

She had been a Wanderer for quite some time now. Not a Drifter. Drifters moved because they had no otehr choice. But Wanderers moved of their own free well. She smiled wryly at this thought to herself, as she adjusted the mask which covered her facial features, her expressions. How had this story started? How had it all began? How did she get to where she was now?

Amd why did she still Wander? She walked up the cliff gentle trail as she thought these things to herself, then laughed softly to herself. "Im thinking too much again," she spoke, but she knew it was to noone. Walking upwards, her steps even, she finally reached the top. The grass still covered the cliff even up here, but below her was a beach. When she turned her hidden gaze outwards, she could see the ocean waters. They were as usual choppy, but still able to be crossed. Folding herself up, she sat upon the very edge of the cliff, her gloved feet hanging freely.

How had she reached this point?

Did it matter? But she knew it did. And how long ago had it been since she had worn a very different face? She didnt want to admit it... but in the last few years she had changed greatly. "Once I was a wolf, wild, alone. Loyal, free. Then I gave myself wings. I could fly, I was part gryphon. Sirius... Griffon..." She said to herself, a soft smile still across her face, hidden still. And then... she met others. She met people, and the form didnt fit her as well as it had. She had changed, she had grown. She had... shifted.

She wasnt who she had been.

She tended to walk alone, and yet care for the occasional close friends. She smiled on her own time, learned to escape. Learned everything wasnt so grounded in reality. Learned that... learned that people changed. Learned she needed to trust herself more. She still had much to learn of course... which was why she kept the gloves and the boots. She didnt wish to show that she was vulnerable either, or scarred... hence the mask.

But one day, she knew, those would be gone as well. Smiling she pushed herself off of the cliff and opened her wings. One trailed the fires of her heart, the otehr the ice of her mind. She looked back, once, to find a gull in the distance and nodded. "Hey... one day we'll talk again, we'll meet. I guarentee Ill make you proud..."

Talenyn.

The fire that never dies.

Description
...Through my fires ir through my snow?

She had been a Wanderer for quite some time now. Not a Drifter. Drifters moved because they had no otehr choice. But Wanderers moved of their own free well. She smiled wryly at this thought to herself, as she adjusted the mask which covered her facial features, her expressions. How had this story started? How had it all began? How did she get to where she was now?

Amd why did she still Wander? She walked up the cliff gentle trail as she thought these things to herself, then laughed softly to herself. "Im thinking too much again," she spoke, but she knew it was to noone. Walking upwards, her steps even, she finally reached the top. The grass still covered the cliff even up here, but below her was a beach. When she turned her hidden gaze outwards, she could see the ocean waters. They were as usual choppy, but still able to be crossed. Folding herself up, she sat upon the very edge of the cliff, her gloved feet hanging freely.

How had she reached this point?

Did it matter? But she knew it did. And how long ago had it been since she had worn a very different face? She didnt want to admit it... but in the last few years she had changed greatly. "Once I was a wolf, wild, alone. Loyal, free. Then I gave myself wings. I could fly, I was part gryphon. Sirius... Griffon..." She said to herself, a soft smile still across her face, hidden still. And then... she met others. She met people, and the form didnt fit her as well as it had. She had changed, she had grown. She had... shifted.

She wasnt who she had been.

She tended to walk alone, and yet care for the occasional close friends. She smiled on her own time, learned to escape. Learned everything wasnt so grounded in reality. Learned that... learned that people changed. Learned she needed to trust herself more. She still had much to learn of course... which was why she kept the gloves and the boots. She didnt wish to show that she was vulnerable either, or scarred... hence the mask.

But one day, she knew, those would be gone as well. Smiling she pushed herself off of the cliff and opened her wings. One trailed the fires of her heart, the otehr the ice of her mind. She looked back, once, to find a gull in the distance and nodded. "Hey... one day we'll talk again, we'll meet. I guarentee Ill make you proud..."

Talenyn.

The fire that never dies.