Playground

The sun was rising over the borders of her home when the girl left the Dale, seeking out other's her own age. It was boring, waiting for playmates to actually play with, so it was with frustration that she had bade her leave. She is curious, bright, hopeful and innocent; far from stupid, but an optimist above all. So as she travels to where her mother had told her the playground was, she observes everything. The meadow with its many unintended residents, the field with the courters, the recruiters, something she feared she had to do someday. What would her life be? Her mama was a warrior and the dad mama claimed as Jecker's own was a diplomat. She knew he wasn't her father though, somehow it had passed into her mind that Depp was not truly hers, nice and fun as he was! Someone far more sinsiter, far more legendary than Depp was her sire and she would probably never know him, legends often stayed like a pestilence or remained as a ghost to the lands.

Jecker splashed through a stream, cold, refreshing in the heat of midday when she finally got to her destination. The water soaked her hairy legs, the feathery masses sticking to her uncomfortably and she jumped at the sensation, onto the grass nearest to her. The sun was warm and cold doesn't like warmth, so maybe the sun could rid her of this feeling of added weight. It is with this in mind that she flings herself dramatically to the ground, unharmed, she rolls to her back, legs stuck in the air.

Definitely her mother's daughter.