She has felt her soul being torn between two lives for too long now. When she had been caught with Sekhmet in the forest by Exodus she was ashamed of how she chose to live her life. She kept to Sekhmet’s side in the seasons that passed from that moment but when Myrria had sought out her mother to repent she had to make a choice. She couldn’t be with her dearest companion and with her family at the same time. There was far too much distance between them both, physically and otherwise. The young adult made her choice to remain by her mother and half-sister’s side in hopes to rebuild the relationship that was on the verge of being broken. But there had been a loss still felt deep within her heart. The loss of her partner, the one who kept her warm on wintry nights, one she dare say that she had loved at one time.
While Myrria had enjoyed the reconnection with her family, she knew that there was more out there for her. Sekhmet was her closest friend through it all and Myrria knew that her life would be incomplete without her. She would still visit her family from time to time, more often than before, and she would not hang her head in shame each time she saw them. Her life would be lived as she deemed it so and she would not be afraid of who may think she is wrong.
With a loving goodbye to Malleah and Lucia - who was now an even more independent teenager - Myrria left the crags in search for her fiery one. Her paws took her through the forest without thinking, hoping that her companion would be in their usual spots. But her scent was stale and fading, as if she had been gone for days or weeks, it was hard to tell. Myrria’s ears laid back, discouragement clear on her face as her guard was down, her tail drooping at her haunches.
She stood there for a long moment racking her brain for any idea as to where Sekhmet could have gone to until a breeze swept through the trees and carried a more recent scent with it. It was still faint but newer than the others and without a second thought the small, monochromatic girl was off after it. It wound through the forest until it came out on the other side and intermingled with old blood. Sekhmet’s blood! Her heart raced at the thought and her fur bristled up as she sped into a run toward the scented border that separates Asteraia from all of Moladion. Her companion was here, her aroma was painted all over the fields, and still new.
A short, worried howl was sent into the air before she leapt into the territory and continuing running in search for her friend. Something bad had happened, she felt it in her bones. This wasn’t like when Sekhmet had met with that brute in the tundra, this was far more ominous and it stressed the girl to no end. Had she been too late to leave her family??