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They had a home and a name; a place to call their own. Since all logic seemed to evaporate with the wolves all randomly showing up after strange circumstances, it only made sense that they do with it what they could. Giving up was not in Genevieve's skill set, she was a survivor above all else. She found that whilst she missed elements of home, it felt good to be somewhere new. Even if she still wondered how, despite travelling with Roderick, they had managed to be ripped apart and she had shown up here alone.
It confused her and it was easy enough for her to look for his scent as she went about exploring her new home. Genevieve had been unable to sleep, her dreamscape being touched upon by the restlessness that would encroach when a nightmare was on its way. The Rose knew that soon, she would wake as if she had been living the attack all over again -- she just didn't know when it would be. She was always so restless on the days leading up to one, almost as if her brain was planning to torture her. It wasn't the case, she knew, ones brain could not pre-plan their dreams or nightmares yet some part of her thought there must be something towards it, for how would her body know and act so restless leading up to it?
Unable to lay and sleep, her fidgeting growing annoying to even her, the Rose had risen from her position and swept across the terrain nestled so sweetly between the mountains. The morning sun had woken and was starting it's ascension to the sky, peaking across the horizon as it's morning glow illuminated the earth. Genevieve inhaled the crisp morning air, her tail curling and uncurling at the lip as she roamed.
The world was something different during the early hours of the morning, where very few critters were awake. Her dandelion gaze opened, vibrant yellow escaping through her lashes as she cast her gaze around. She had long since shed the nerves of walking alone, deciding that fear would not rule her even if it scratched at the seams to be released. The lady swept across the grass, dropping her nose to the flowers as she inhaled their sweet scents. Soon she would need to work on her stash of plants, for healing and poison -- wanting to be prepared for everything.
For the moment, Genevieve just breathed. ^^
They had a home and a name; a place to call their own. Since all logic seemed to evaporate with the wolves all randomly showing up after strange circumstances, it only made sense that they do with it what they could. Giving up was not in Genevieve's skill set, she was a survivor above all else. She found that whilst she missed elements of home, it felt good to be somewhere new. Even if she still wondered how, despite travelling with Roderick, they had managed to be ripped apart and she had shown up here alone.
It confused her and it was easy enough for her to look for his scent as she went about exploring her new home. Genevieve had been unable to sleep, her dreamscape being touched upon by the restlessness that would encroach when a nightmare was on its way. The Rose knew that soon, she would wake as if she had been living the attack all over again -- she just didn't know when it would be. She was always so restless on the days leading up to one, almost as if her brain was planning to torture her. It wasn't the case, she knew, ones brain could not pre-plan their dreams or nightmares yet some part of her thought there must be something towards it, for how would her body know and act so restless leading up to it?
Unable to lay and sleep, her fidgeting growing annoying to even her, the Rose had risen from her position and swept across the terrain nestled so sweetly between the mountains. The morning sun had woken and was starting it's ascension to the sky, peaking across the horizon as it's morning glow illuminated the earth. Genevieve inhaled the crisp morning air, her tail curling and uncurling at the lip as she roamed.
The world was something different during the early hours of the morning, where very few critters were awake. Her dandelion gaze opened, vibrant yellow escaping through her lashes as she cast her gaze around. She had long since shed the nerves of walking alone, deciding that fear would not rule her even if it scratched at the seams to be released. The lady swept across the grass, dropping her nose to the flowers as she inhaled their sweet scents. Soon she would need to work on her stash of plants, for healing and poison -- wanting to be prepared for everything.
For the moment, Genevieve just breathed. ^^
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