11-17-2016, 04:06 PM
now don’t you understand…that I’m never changing who I am?
Now that the time had come to have a come to Jesus meeting with her family and the Taiga, it was time to venture forth into the world to see what lay beyond the trees. She crossed the world, and in taking a breath, she found that peace that comes with distance—being able to put some space between herself and her responsibilities was good, because for the timebeing she could forget that she was being punished by the fairies for her insolence upon the top of the mountain. She clutched her rosary and collected her clover, green eyes forever on the horizon as she pulled back and finally found herself at the borders of a new land. The smells here were different. She was out of place. Not able to have her magic—her knowledge—at her disposal, she comes here knowing nothing; no pretense.
A new start.
Reagan’s memories take her back to a time when a new start was all that she wanted. Forever enclosed in her prayers and stuck inside, all she wanted was to run in the moors and among the grasses. Her emerald green eyes looked back in time and saw a small grey girl with the wind in her eyes, always looking on, promising that things would be better than they had ever been before; She would be respected, and she would gain power. Little Reagan had been something to behold. Unafraid of anything.
My how times have changed.
She approaches Sylva’s borders with her flanks down and her tail pressed firmly against her rump. Pregnant belly swings side to side, her feet digging into the ground in case she needs to turn and make a quick run for it. Something was familiar about this place—and yet so very different at the same time. Now was the time to stretch Taiga’s borders, and their friends.
Would this prove to be friend or foe?