She could not, for the life of her, understand what had drawn her here? She was not the kind of girl that liked to be in an area with a lot of people. Not since the scars, at least. When she was younger, before the fire, she loved people. She loved spending time with a bunch of others and making friends, because that to her, at the time, was the best thing in the world.

Now that the accident was behind her, she missed her mother more than anything. She loved her, more than the world, and she felt as if more than half of her was missing, because she needed her mother to guide her in life, and now that she didn’t have that, life felt empty, hollow.

What was life going to be like now that she was older, and had no family left in the world? She had no idea what she was supposed to do, how was she supposed to be this up and coming adult without someone to guide her in life? She needed her mother to guide her, and she didn’t have her. What was she supposed to do now? Life did not seem like it was possible without someone in it.

She wandered more, her thin legs stepping over the dead logs, eyes watching the horizon. Purple-pink eyes watched the land as she moved. She wasn’t sure where she was, but there was a strange sensation that was calling her to join this area. She made it about five yards away from the gathering before she realized what she was walking into. She skidded to a halt. Her eyes widening, pulse kicking up. Her toes curled into the soft terrain beneath her. Her tail tucked close under her, and she shrank in size, considerably, even though she was malnourished and thin as it was, being here…it was terrifying. Why was she drawn here? It made no sense. She was not one to like being around others, so why was she here?

She refused to speak, trying to make herself look small, as if she wasn’t even there.