A year ago she'd been back, and a year ago she'd left again. It was so hard to stay in one place for too long. So damn hard, and it was taxing on the wanderer that the champagne had become. She didn't know too well what was going on in her head, but she never had. It was a hard thing to keep track of, her own head. She didn't feel bad. Anath had always been a no apologies, no nonsense creature. Always had been, always would be. Nonsense. It seemed like there was a lot of that lately. It hardly mattered anymore. Nothing really seemed to matter anymore as she was reminded of the constant impermanence that had been her life since birth. It was so strange. Everything felt strange as she made her way back toward the looming Peak that had been her home since she was young. The second ever home she'd actually... had. And now she was back, back to ghost the halls in a way she'd known when she was a child.
So she was here. Impa's scent was still strong in the air, on the ground, soaking through this place like it was a part of the land itself. That was true. Impazienza was a part of the land, and it was a part of her. Anath had a lingering fondness for the creature, though it was tarnished by their inconsistencies over the years. She didn't have it in her to feel bad. Anath never did, anymore. It wasn't in her best interest to feel anything. Maybe that was her secret to staying young. Under the mid morning light, she stopped. It was a quiet stop, trying to find other scents she was familiar with. Mouse... yes, there was Mouse, quiet as ever. Lingering as well was Skylar... how strange a thought it was, she'd been gone for so long and yet they were still here.
Life had gone on for the Peak as it had for Anath. She'd gone on, her wheels had kept on turning, and this place had as well. It was odd, sitting strangely in her mind. Softly over the tall summer grass she made her way, green eyes upon the land around her as she moved farther up the mountain. Her pace is easy, not hurried by any one thing in particular. She doesn't need to hurry. They'd realize she was here sooner or later, and Anath would be able to deal with whoever it was in a manner that was suitable. Though she was old, there was something she couldn't really shake. Something she couldn't fight off that lingered in her system like the last dregs of a fire that refused to burn out. A spark that couldn't be replaced, and that couldn't be found in another solitary living creature on this earth.
On into the growingly late morning, Anath found a place on the Peak to turn and look out. There was a storm somewhere far off on the horizon, but for the most part, the day was quiet. The storm held her attention, green eyes in that absolutely far off place... it made her feel alive once more.
Anath "HEROES GET REMEMBERED LEGENDS NEVER DIE " |