The concept of adulthood seemed strange, really. For some reason, she had expected that she would wake up come spring and feel different and yet, she had awoken many spring mornings only to feel the way she had the day prior. Nothing had really changed. Well, perhaps she had grown taller and broader, her fur darker and thicker and yet, that seemed to be it; she still felt the same curiosities and the same eagerness. She still felt drawn to the stories of others and she still looked at the world around her with a certain kind of poetry. Why then, she had wondered, had everybody made such a large deal out of becoming an adult? She supposed it would have mattered had she been an heir or some great warrioress that sought to lead but for her? Yuki had always been a storyteller and storytelling had no age requirement. She'd started as a child and she supposed she'd die the same too. Strange.

Of course, things really had changed outside of her little bubble of a world. Achilles had departed and Solara had risen; Amoxtli had kneeled and Hyrule had risen in his place; even now, Spirane rang out with a tune old but familiar. There had been many tunes from Spirane during the last year, she thought. But to her, these had merely been part of a grander story. They were merely small adventures within a larger one and she had become to desire discovering those adventures more and more. Perhaps it had been the reason she had been drawn out from Diveen and into the wild lands beyond; perhaps she had changed but it had merely been so gradual that she had never noticed.

So, she had found herself atop the crags, precariously climbing the stone temples and pillars until she had risen above the river below. Her claws scrambled across the stones and brought her to the grey peaks that jutted out above the falls and water; the sound of the falls crashed below, dulled by their distance and yet, beautiful nonetheless. The sun had peaked and yet, the light had yet to reach out entirely. Instead, beams of pale light illuminated the rocks and forest around her - in the distance, a storm had begun to take form. Far away by Glorall and Asteraia, she guessed, the clouds had darkened to a deep, ominous shade of grey. On the wind, the faintest sound of thunder could be heard. It'll get here sooner or later, she thought and yet, she smiled at the prospect. There was something beautiful about the savagery of nature.

For now, she was happy to seat herself down and watch as the winds in the distance whipped the trees about; the shadows in the sky moved and danced, and the light that pierced down into the crags seemed to dance back in response. Through the crags, the wind howled from time to time, a wild reminder of ghosts and spirits that had been disturbed. Oblivious, she was, but enthralled nonetheless.