[Cert here once able. I'm too lazy to resize her uncert when I'll just use it once. =x]
Dirt! Mud and dirt and filth! That's all the roguelands were made up of! It was disgusting! And with her coat being so light, it all showed up! Unacceptable!
Hersilia stomped through the dust, trying to step on the rocks as much as possible. How dare they leave her behind while she was sleeping! She paid them to escort her across these horrid lands to her closest relatives and what did they do? Leave her the moment she was asleep. Now how was she to get to her uncle all the way to the north? She didn't even know where exactly he was.
The yellow lioness huffed once more as she picked her way carefully. One leap brought her to a flat rock. She stood there, gazing at the landscape around her to try and find someone new to ask about the direction the sorry group of lions had gone. Or, better yet, someone who knew her grandfather.
