Falls

She may feel reckless, the urge to wander was strong. But she knew her limits, she'd been watching the last few months, from afar, seeing where the boundary into the commons was. She knew to stay far from it. She was smart enough for that at least. Maybe that'd make mother proud? Doubtful. Not much she ever did in her life made her own mother proud. But it was beyond time to get over this hang up.

The moon hung high in the sky, bright rays tracing lines across the sky, she thought back to the stories mother had told her of the thicket and the forest. It was curious, her family was large framed, and they'd come from territories full of thick, huge, dense trees. But I guess that's what we're supposed to be built for right? The cold snowy winters that their lines were built for. But Aelia hated the cold with all she was. Odd right? She was a draft who disliked the cold, but that was how it was. She'd grown up listening to mother drone on about the wonders of the winter cold, the snow, all things cold. But when Aelia had experienced it for the first time she couldn't see the appeal of the cold stuff. But then again, what good was the snow? It made things freeze. She saw no good of that.

Her head shot up at the sound of a nearby nicker, eyes catching on the figure before her. “Oh, hello.” She spoke softly, albeit a little off-kilter. She was startled to say the least. Aelia wasn't used to needing to keep an eye on her surroundings. Ever since making the journey to the islands she hadn't met many. Come to think of it, she'd only met one before. And that had been a few months prior. Maybe she was being more of a hermit then she thought she was. Oops? She mentally shook her head, trying to clear the mental cobwebs as she focused her attention onto the creamy colored male before her.