This year had been quiet so far. The floods across Moladion had been problematic. Myrcella had found it best to avoid those regions. Her younger siblings were growing into their own and required no more supervision. In that time she had taken to learning what more she could from her father. It was both educational and painful at the same time. It hurt to watch him struggle to get around. He just wasn't getting around like he used to, which resulted in Myrcella being continually worried over her father.

Even know, she fretted over him mentally. Tyrion had told her to take a break, that he wasn't gone just yet, nor was he going anywhere soon. He was still a spry young man. The sound of his laughter still echoed in her ears. He remained in surprisingly good spirits. Perhaps it was she who denied the inevitable. A soft sight escaped the sandy blonde woman. She often was like a mother hen about her father and siblings. If anything, she was the most level headed of the entire bunch all these years later. And yet, all had gone very well all things considered. Would-be thieves and challengers were always a thing. She held faith in her pack, her home. In her father, and in her Alpha. When the time came, she would be there for him. Of course, that also meant very large paws to fill.

Her spring green gaze focused on nothing in particular as she found herself outside Spirane and following the tinkle of water that was Aplos. There was nothing of significant note, but the sound of water seemed to soothe her soul some. This seemed to be exactly what she needed. A break from the hustle and bustle of home to just... breathe...