04-18-2018, 01:26 AM
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Before a few days ago, Maria had never even fathomed the idea of leaving the abbey. This was no surprise to her sisters, as every time she had received permission to go outside, she would wander off somewhere outside for hours and not return until dinner or mass. Then, after a discussion with the Reverend Mother, Maria had decided to travel in search of a new place to live. With nothing but a small satchel (containing her journal and sewing kit) and a bright yellow scarf wrapped around her neck, the femme had set off, no set destination in mind. From word of mouth alone, she knew there were groups of animals who had recently settled into the areas nearby, but she had no clue what their names were or what the members were like. That was fine, though. The maned wolf was certain that she would learn these things eventually.
However, the further Maria got from the abbey, the more uncertain she became- especially when she crossed the threshold between the greens of the forest and the white snow and cold air of the tundra. Was she even heading in the right direction? Did anyone live out here, or was she lost? Thoughts of turning back soon filled her mind and her pace began to slow, causing her to shake her head indefiance. No- she wouldn’t give up! She refused. There had to be someone out here somewhere, she just needed a little bit of confidence. That was when she began to hum a song to herself, willing herself to keep moving forward. Eventually, her determination was rewarded, and it wasn’t long until she came across a scent marker- some kind of border that she was not familiar with. Shivering, Maria resisted the urge to sit down, knowing the cold snow would only make things worse. Instead, she remained standing, eyes flickering to and fro as she examined hee surroundings. When she could stand the silence no more, she called out gently to anyone nearby. "Hello? My name Fräulein Maria- but you may call me Maria. I’m looking for a place to stay, if you would have me?"
However, the further Maria got from the abbey, the more uncertain she became- especially when she crossed the threshold between the greens of the forest and the white snow and cold air of the tundra. Was she even heading in the right direction? Did anyone live out here, or was she lost? Thoughts of turning back soon filled her mind and her pace began to slow, causing her to shake her head indefiance. No- she wouldn’t give up! She refused. There had to be someone out here somewhere, she just needed a little bit of confidence. That was when she began to hum a song to herself, willing herself to keep moving forward. Eventually, her determination was rewarded, and it wasn’t long until she came across a scent marker- some kind of border that she was not familiar with. Shivering, Maria resisted the urge to sit down, knowing the cold snow would only make things worse. Instead, she remained standing, eyes flickering to and fro as she examined hee surroundings. When she could stand the silence no more, she called out gently to anyone nearby. "Hello? My name Fräulein Maria- but you may call me Maria. I’m looking for a place to stay, if you would have me?"
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