The Wandering

After all was satisfied within her abode, she looked at herself in a stained mirror which hung beside the main entrance. She was taken aback, startled at the forlorne girl that stared at her. After so many years in solitude in the wild which her training insisted upon, she had forgotten what it meant to be the beautiful girl she once was. Staring back at her was not the one she remembered, a plump, joyous girl with ready laughter in her eyes. With a shake of her head her dreadlocks smoothed out, and her long curly hair was arranged atop of her head in a bun, two ringlets hanging down to frame her still-gaunt face. She turned this way and that in the full mirror. "Well, it is an improvement," a voice said behind her, and as she turned around she saw her mother's spectre, unreflected in the mirror. "You might announce yourself!" She chided her mother, her glowing eyes narrowing. Just as swiftly as she appeared, she disappeared, leaving Mica and her vanity.

She sauntered outside, still sporting her drab ball gown and overcoat, though a tinge of colour tinted her cheeks. She wandered the streets of the fallen Azreon, a mixture of revulsion and fascination at the architecture. As she passed each destroyed building, she dragged her fingers along the walls, and ivy sprang from the ground, quickly remedying the destruction that had fallen this place. She hummed to herself as she healed the city with a little smile on her face. As she reached the end of the city, she gazed back, watching as nature worked to reconstruct her new home. She sat down beside a berry bush, plucking a berry off every so often and popping it into her mouth while watching the city as a foreman would, supervising the construction. She layed back after a fashion, basking in the filtered light of the sun. She fell asleep laying there, exhausted by the effort she put in today. Slowly a large grizzley lumbered out of the forest, curling up next to her to provide her with warmth and protection.

She awoke slowly, her fingers grazing the crisp grass underneath her. She smiled, snuggling deeper against the grizzley. Her skin was wet with the kiss of morning dew, her hair limp and slightly askew from her slumber. She sat up, looking around her with a slightly dreamy look on her face. Patting the grizzley's muzzle, she sent him on his way. She stood up, shaking off the night's sleep. Her body was stiff-limbed and aching from the unforgiving ground she slept upon, her cheek imprinted with blades of grass. A yawn escaping her and she was off to her cottage, weaving her way through the ancient buildings of Azreon. She inhaled the fresh, crisp air while a smile creeped on her face, the hush of night still lingering over her new home. She shuffled into her humble abode, tinkering around in the hearth. Soon she had a welcoming fire blazing to life, her door openes to the weather and strangers a like, the soft breeze airing out her barely occupied home.