Finally. It was about damn time she could stand wearing her own skin. The sun actually felt good as the light clip of the wind breathed coolly through her tussel of fur. No longer was she accompanied by that odd yearning, and prickling heat. Whatever that was had passed. She hoped to never have it again. She assumed she must have been sick. Why she wished someone could have enlightened her to the sitution, she had not sought out Phineas to ask. She had not wanted to worry him, nor exactly see him in that state. Afraid her tongue would get the best of her. As flame toned eyes combed over the forest below, she did toy with the idea of finding him now. It had been a long while since they had just talked. She missed their time together, and there was so much she wasn't sure about.
There was something that had not changed the Argyris. The anger that had been amplified was still burning. It would likely soon ignite more than a spark when she became aware of the sudden changes at the Plateau. She was beginning to think there was more to it than anger. There was still a want for more than this piece of rock, and blue sky. Surely, there was more than this. The world below did not seem hers for the taking. Unlike Celandine she was not certain she was entitled to anything, but this. It seemed dangerous to want too much.