It hadn’t been long since she had been given permission to remain in Caedwyn’s territory. In fact, it had only been a day. She had fished for her meal and slept on land for the first time in what felt like forever in one of the caves she had found. The next day, Fenella had chosen to rest. She napped in the sunlight and explored along the shore when she had the energy to. It had been at least a week since she had last stayed on land, so the sights and scents - even though they were new to her in this foreign land - were a welcome change.
There was one main reason why she hadn’t traveled far from where she ended up on the shoreline during the day, however. She needed to wait until after sundown for it. Fenella had spent enough time resting and meandering towards the east of the shore before finding a good sand-laden rocky area where she could lay and look at the stars whenever they could be seen. There had been a smaller empty cave close to the stones she chose to rest on and plenty of nearby points of curiosity regarding the shipwreck she saw int eh distance, but it had already been explored and nothing of interest had stayed there recently. So, she rested again.
As the sun went down and darkness came over the Realm, Fenella’s fur slowly began to change. What was once white fur now glistened with a bioluminescent brindle pattern. It was just enough of a glow to gently light the stones around her, but not enough to distort her vision from seeing clearly in the dark. She waited patiently as the stars became more and more visible and kept her eyes on the sky.
The stars here truly were different. Fenella studied them with a growing sinking feeling in her gut. The constellations were strange, sometimes even flipped from the stars she knew. How was she supposed to find her way now? She sucked in her breath at that realization and shook her head in an attempt to collect herself. No. She would study these stars. She would find north. Then, she would search for her father’s home island when she had a new guiding star. Fenella had to find her father’s birth pack. She had to. If they knew of a cure to his statue-like affliction, she had to cure him.
As the night continued on, Fenella’s softly glowing form could be seen at a distance. Her gaze shifted from the stars above to drawing some patterns in the sand and pebbles in front of her as she tried to map out what she could. The time was spent mostly in silence until, after a long while, Fenella caught a sound in the distance. Her ears twitched and she looked inland towards where the grasses and trees began to grow. She said nothing but looked out to the darkness with tense curiosity. This land was foreign to her and so were its residents. She may not have been here long, but she knew not to expect everyone to treat her as peacefully as Caedwyn had.
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