The itch wasn't getting better but it wasn't getting worse either, it was just a constant in the back of her mind. Staying for too long in one area, alone, was a bad idea, she knew that and yet...It seemed as though she was attracted to water these days. There was something pure about it, how it could wash anything away, given time. Lenae liked the tarn well enough, Piety had chosen well, but it's size was a little intimidating. Why did everything have to be so vast? The little pools she had stumbled upon were just the right size. They were still mostly frozen over, but the constant flow of water ensured that there was at least a trickle of fresh water to quench her thirst.
In all honesty, she felt guilty for leaving once more. She had promised Cyril she would stay, that she wouldn't run off again but here she was, alone out in the snow once more. It wouldn't be forever, she would return once the hormones in her body were stated, it was simply a matter of waiting it out. Lenae-despite her fears- was still a social being, solitude didn't suit her well and after a week of being alone she was starting to feel a whole new sort of ache.
She was lonely.
A soft sigh passed from her lips as she pawed at the ice, poking away till she felt it crack beneath her paw. It had never been this hard back home- but then it had been far far worse after everything had happened. She stiffened at the thought as bile rose up her throat. Of all the terrors that lurked in the back of her mind, that was the worst. Forbidden and ugly, never meant to see the light of day. She tilted her head high and stared up at the sky, her eyes as bright and warm as the sun- or at least they used to be.