She had pressed on East. She wasn’t terribly far from the forest, so she felt comfortable wandering a bit, though she didn’t dream of going too far, at least not yet, at least until she was ready to move on. She hummed softly to herself as she walked through the Orchard, noting the trees and wondering what might have grown there as well. Winter was such an awful season for sightseeing. She had never necessarily had the time to sightsee before. She had almost been certain that Rhen had sent wolves after her to end the last of the Rayvne line, but after so long with no conflict, she was willing to accept that perhaps Rhen simply hadn’t cared so long as she never returned to her former kingdom.
A displaced Princessa seemed almost fitting for a loner. It was like some kind of cruel irony, really. She wasn’t bitter… just sad. Sad she had lost her parents in such a horrific way and sad that her siblings were in the wind as well. Perhaps some day she would find them, or they would find her. She could only hope. She hummed as the snow crunched lightly under her feet, eyes peeled and nose on alert for anything that might be of interest, whether it be another wolf or her next meal.