The weather is of little consequence to her, though she takes the time to revel in the beauty of the rain as it rises up as mist against the warm rocks of the crags. It feels as if she walks upon a cloud as she lopes across the slick stone, her fur drenched and yet, her expression is as gentle as ever. She moves with haste if only to further herself from the darkness she attempts to leave behind; she is haunted by the image of Malum, his ghostly pale form ever present in the mist and clouds. He lingers in the shadows and yet, his back is always turned to her. He never saw her, after all; to him, she was but an encounter, a mistake of fate. To her? She was hopeful, dazed by the idea that she would one day be unbroken. Ambrosia had it all wrong, after all. She was never broken because of her inability; Elara was because of what her sister lacked. A broken soul remained broken even if it clung together, desperately.
So she runs, and yet she grows cold and weary despite her efforts. She seeks beauty and yet, she finds only a sting in her lungs as her legs become tired beneath her. She cannot run forever and so, she slides towards the caverns below, descending towards the shadow with effortless grace. She can no more outrun her blood than she can her very soul.
She breathes a quiet sigh of relief as she finds quiet and dryness then. It is a narrow entrance and yet, she knows she can slip in between the stones and enter one of the caves below; she has done so before, after all, in a similar act of desperation. The caves are dark and lonely but sometimes, that is better than bright and loud. She does not hesitate to delve into the earth's belly.
What she finds as she squeezes into the darkness, however, is not silence. She hears voices beyond - they utter words she cannot hear entirely and yet, her ears flicker back in caution at their tones. She is curious though and so, she lurks closer on silent, cautious steps. She will remain hidden in the darkness and beyond their eyes, but she will be ready to scramble out the moment she must. She is but a ghost, just like Malum.