Her chest expanded with an inhale, pulling the sweet summer air deep into her body. Lilac eyes more alight than they had ever been shined from her masked face. Tongue rolled out of her mouth, her body unable to truly keep in her excitement and joy at returning… returning home. With a single wag of her tail, the young leapt onto the trail and raced her way into the heart of the vally.

She had not been gone for more than a season or two. Still it seemed like an eternity as it did the blink of an eye. Every trail was just the same as she remembered as a puppy while being strangers with the changing of time. The ground felt different than it had, but still welcoming. The scents were new and fresh, but still old and familiar. She wondered as she raced, if she had changed as much and as little as the world around her. Everything was mostly the same. A few scars dotted her legs and a couple on her face, adding pearls to the adornment around her mask. They were faint lessons she had learned, the world was not truly as kind or magical as she had been determined to believe it was. There was a black and white in the world around her, still she was determined to dance in the light of magic.

Of all the places in Moladion, there was one place she missed more than any. She missed this place more than the trees of Taviora. In the summer sun the spray of the falls glistened into mist, casting rainbows in the air. Masque jumped into the spray, spinning around in the floating water. Each droplet clung to her long fur, covering her in glitter, causing her to shine in the light. She jumped from rock to rock, expertly dancing on the stones that had been her path since youth. At the top of her favorite fall, she looked out to the world she knew so well, excited to learn it again. There were scents in the world that were new, the world was forever changing. For one of the few times, the dancer sobered as she thought about those she had left behind in her adventures. Curious, she raised her voice, asking if this place remembered her, asking if it wanted to remember her.