It has been too long since she had ventured past the borders of her mountain home, the lithe girl of white and red silk sends her paws to stepping as she decides it is high time to do this thing. She needs to act her station, and if this also suits her need for getting out and about, then she will go and check on their allies. An idea had been forming in her head, a way to bring the allies closer, and though she had yet to clear this with Alcide, she was sure it would not be rebuffed. The Vega of Spirane moved with a liquid grace, not rushing through the loner londs that stood between herself and Glorall - the first stop on her journey. First, she had to make sure the leaders here would be willing to participate in her idea, then she would bring it up to Alcide. It wouldn't do to have her idea pitched to her own king if none of their allies would be willing to even do the task.

Truly, it is not really a task, just a mere event that had been formulating in the recesses of Rejya's mind. Her being felt lighter now that her soul was home, Zildjian having uplifted her mental state to overjoyed with just the sight of him. She has never wavered from the betrothal that her mother set for her, and to the girl of russet and white, each day was a gift from Zeivah. Each pup is a blessing from her deceased mother, may the angels guide her in. Zildjian had been exuberant in their reunion, and Rejya felt the signs that their joining had taken root. It was early still, and perhaps she was jumping the gun, but she felt she would know after two previous litters. This season had her in bright spirits, happy for the first time in months, and on top of the world. The first daughter of Heyel moved with an easy grace, her stride long and even, each step bringing her closer to her destination this day.

Salt began to fill the air, each breath she dragged into her lungs bringing with it the smell of the ocean. It was something only faintly remembered from her childhood, when they had visited the cliffs of Litherum. The memory brings a smile to her face at how her mother had teased her father about the salt air drying out his pelt. As she comes up on the borders, Rejya comes to a stop, the winter winds of Glorall brushing through her fur to curl and twist it with all the care of a loving mother. Light blue orbs of opalescent beauty flit over the land quickly before she closes her eyes, enjoying the feeling of the ocean front pack. Within her own pelt she could smell the pine and stone that meant she was from the mountain, even the scent of the altitude was on her, and she smirked at Zildjian's perfume clinging to her pelt. Once her eyes open, she scans the land once more before she lifts her head heavenward. Her sing-song voice fills the salty air, echoing off the woodland part and the salt marshes that are natural near any ocean. She calls for the leader and for anyone willing to join Tesseract. He too, she remembered from their time in Trenus, time to reacquaint with old pack members anyway.

"Talking" thinking