One of the many things Jenny liked about the south was how different everything was. The mountain was so bland and uniform, everything was the same, with scarce a soul to pester or to trick. She liked the Tarn, she really did, it was home and she had plenty of fond memories of it. But Jenny was the sort who always wanted more, what she had was never enough, she lived for the moment and as things stood the sky was the limit. With both Selwyn and Archer blood running through the veins she was a force to be reckoned with, she just didn't know what to do with herself. Not yet.
For now, she slipped away when she could.
It was on one of these ventures she happened to stumble across a vast cavern, like a big open mouth with stalactites for teeth. Wonder sparkled in her eyes as she crept closer, her mind abuzz with all sorts of ideas and schemes. She'd claimed that burnt out tree as hers but this was leagues better than some blacked peice of wood, it was large and imposing, a fortress of stone. And from the smell of it, it was hers for the taking. Yessss.
Stepping forth into the darkness, Jenny's pupils dilated to account for the lack of light. What a sight she must have been, with only her yellow eyes standing out amongst all the black. She sniggered at the thought, of imagining herself to be some spooky creature, the sort that slunk through stranger's dreams.
Above her there was a strange rustling sound, her eyes wandered up and- oh. They were sleeping, hundred upon hundreds of little huddled bodies all crammed together. So tight it was hard to tell where one body began and where the other ended. The Selwyn peered over her shoulder, the sun had yet to set, wasn't it a bit early to be sleeping? Clearing her throat, Jenny spreaded her gait and let out the loudest "HELLO" she could muster.
Before she even had time to regain her breath Jenny was consumed by a hurricane of bats. Her voice bounced off the walls, echoing back and forth but even then she could scarcely hear it over the sound of beating wings. She could see nothing but bats, hundreds of blurry bodies as they swooped by, desperate to get away.