Her family was but a distant memory, all gone and nearly forgotten. Every now and then her mind will sink back to memories of earlier years when things seemed to be so simple. But the reality was that things never truly were. The illusion that they always had everything together was simply just that - an illusion. Now that she well into her adult years she understands it.

She had taken leave of Moladion after her parents passed - or were murdered; tomayto, tomahto - and found a semblance of life far from where her birthplace was. But it wasn’t the same. Despite all of the turmoil and raw emotions that Moladion harnessed, she couldn’t help but wander back into its welcoming arms, though now it seems more like a death grip.

Nerys walked with purpose from the outer rim of the realm towards the south of its furthest western side, skimming the valley and heading straight for the mountain territory of Spirane. She would not waste her days away as a loner any longer and now has some likeness to strive to be something more than just herself. It is not pure motivation but more of something to interest her in the midst of a bout of killer ennui. Her lithe, golden figure treks onward and upward as the hills climb to mountainsides and by dusk she is panting heavily in wait at the Spirane borderline.

The sun casts its deep orange glow across the snow capped peaks, reflecting in a luminous manner upon anything directly in its path, including Nerys and whomever may greet her. She decides to lay down and cool her belly in the frigid snow as she lets loose a tired howl to beckon someone to her. Hopefully they won’t be too long, but honestly, she could use the time to take a damn nap already.