White paws dangled beneath her, torn on the path of the creek she followed. It was actually taking course to the mountain, something she wanted to believe was only coincidence. The white lady with the triangle crown couldn't stop looking at the steel colored stone. Couldn't make her paws turn her around, or even stop for a drink. The high kingdom was a home she never had, and never would. The question of who she would be, if she had lived there often entered her mind and she entertained how much more brave a creature she would be. Living on the very top of the world, clinging to the edge above it all, unafraid of eyes that met hers. The idea of her looking down on others wouldn't make sense. Mindlessly she kicked at a small pebble, wishing someone could tell her what Midnight Plateau had been like. Alexander had never appeared an arrogant King, he actually seemed more on the humble side. That of coarse always led to the questions of her mother. Arlette couldn't begin to picture her as any but Jaysyek.

Briefly she paused, the tips of her ears lifting up as she padded to the edge of the creek. Catching her light, yellow eyes she stared at them wondering how anyone looked into them. Eventually, sight shifted to her features wondering if she could see her mother staring at her. Swiftly she shook her head, scoffing herself over the idea. Beautiful, no. Even with a cleaner coat, it was still wild, hairs sticking this way and that. The edge of her ribs making her look more strange. Sighing, her head drooped, and she let her weight sway unsteadily between her limbs. Her mother's was probably soft, long, and flowing. Her mother wasn't a mess, a wreck. Both had to be more together than she. Again, she begin to nudge the same pebble, the mountain towered in the distance. Beckoning her once more. The idea of climbing it alone made her miserable. What would she do when she got up there? Would she know where they had lived?

Lettie dropped to her haunches in disagreement. She couldn't climb up there, and her muscles suddenly felt limp, weighted by the pressure. She could feel the spark of hope she carried wanting to fade with the sun. Because though it should be dark, the last heat waves of the sun were strong, and the night had yet to chase them away. She realized the stars could rise before her, and she would merely be sitting, waiting for nothing.