Maera had found solace once in patrolling the borders, making sure that nothing had gotten in that wasn’t meant to be within the lands that were claimed by the Draw. Now, she found it was more to make sure that nothing that was supposed to be inside decided it wanted to get out. Still, she found it helped to calm her nerves, because she felt like she had a purpose, and that for a moment, she was important still. Back when she’d been by herself, or even back when her and Kerberos were still travelling together as loners, she had a purpose.
She’d been the leader, the navigator. She made all the calls, and now it just felt like she took them and followed them without question… it didn’t feel like her. It was just another reason for her to challenge. So she could try and lead, make her own calls, figure out her own strategy and see everything from the top down, and hopefully along the way, just make the right calls. She aspired to be everything Naira and Triell had been before Triell had passed down his crown and Naira had gotten so ill that she couldn’t make a reasonable decision anymore… those were the thoughts that consumed her as she carefully marked the lines of what was now, without a doubt, her home.