It was unusual for Enya to have such thoughts so frequently. She had told herself 'Never again!' after the last time, and yet her dreams were filled with what could be. She was older now than back then. Though her home life wasn't stable, her relationship finally was - or so she thought. So, what was driving her to think of such thoughts? Was it Tsillah telling her that it was time once again? Was this another test of her strength, to endure and take a leap of faith? The dream last night had been so sweet, and had felt so real. When she had awoken, she found herself sad that the dream was not reality. Was that a sign?
Maybe she should talk to someone about it.
Nah.
So, instead, Enya headed northwards towards the mountains she'd begged to claim as part of their Kingdom. She'd spent the majority of her life in the swamp and jungles and she was tired of the bugs and muck that thrived in such regions. Besides, those areas were hot and though it was once a relief, she craved the cold more and more as she aged. The mountains were perfect. They hosted large, dangerous game to hunt and challenge the Kingdom against. It was dangerous with it's sheer cliffsides and slippery rocky terrain. Most importantly, it was cold. The crisp wind caressed her figure as she stood on a boulder, staring down at the lands beneath her. She panted heavily from her rush up the mountainside. Her left shoulder was bleeding where she had slipped and been sliced by a jagged edge, a red line wrapping around her leg as the wound dripped.
She was not terribly far up the mountainside. She'd intentionally stopped here to take a drink at the snowmelt that puddled nearby. She turned away from the mesmerizing view of the lands below and walked around the bend to the pond, favoring her injured shoulder. Around the edge bloomed plant life of all shapes and colors. It was along the shore that she stopped to drink then laid down to rest and relax. There those damn thoughts were again. Ugh, why couldn't she shake them?