Her mother had just passed. And now, she wa crowned the Ancient. Instead of choosing a sibling, she had been chosen. It felt oddly bittersweet to the young Aurumque. It was bitter as her mother went away, and was gone. It felt bitter as her siblings were not chosen. But it was sweet to be trusted with all that responsibility. She didn’t like the feeling, and had tried sleeping on it. That did not work too well. She hardly slept, and when she did, it held nightmares.

Eventually, she decided she had enough. Well. It was morning anyway. She huffed angrily, throwing her cloak on and getting up. She shook her fur out, and then yawned, showing her blue tongue. She turned, blue and violet eyes trying to focus. She blinks, and sees the pink and green glowing crystals. She takes her amulet, putting it on. There. Runicflare felt so, so much better with that on. It felt like home.

But she had no time to linger on her feelings. She had to check on her fellow Recondites and see how they doing. Her paws made a slight noise on the wood, yet the door did not creak when she opened it. She moves down quickly, reaching a staircase and reaching the center of camp. She takes a moment, though having seen this whole life, to take it in. The glowing crystals. Trees. Everything. She is so enraptured by it, that she does not notice her cloak is under her paws and she falls to the ground, face-first. "Agh... Twi. Ow ow— twi, twi. That twi’in hurts." She growled to herself when she sits up, rubbing her head.