I found myself wandering closer and closer to home these days. I don't know what was drawing me in, but something was. I felt this pull that I found I just could not fight anymore. Steps brought me from the grotto. But I froze, watching the border of Glorall looming before me. Would he even care I was back? The mere thought of seeing him again was daunting to say the least. But he was my father, and I suppose that meant I needed to get to know him, slightly, even in the least. I found myself paused before the entrance, my heart feeling heavy. And for the time being, I didn't cross the border. I walked it, a few feet from the actual border, and walked towards the shore. I walked the river's edge, heading towards the beach line of Glorall. I thought about dad. And how he was when I was younger. He always seemed....Monolithic, almost. He seemed so stoic and unchangeable then. It made me wonder if that's how he really was. Or was it just my view on him from when I was a mere pup.

I don't know when I pushed myself away from him, but I did. And part of me, the part that was super sweet and deeply hidden, was pissed. But I was my mother's child, I was deeply rooted in my attitude and never before had I had the urge to see my father. But today... I was feeling, nostalgic, I suppose. I stopped, the sand beneath my paws, I lifted my face to the sun, eyes closed as I tried to fight the feelings that were threatening to overwhelm me. I drew in slow breaths, calming the panic that was beginning to run rampant in my bones.

I stepped onto the sand, heading towards Glorall's shore. I stopped on the beach that belonged to my father. I let my gaze drag to the packland. Wondering if he'd catch my scent and come looking for me, or if I'd have to call out for him. Either way. I was here. Crazy, right?