Fate entranced.

[narcissa]

The waves washed rhythmically up onto the shore, pulling back gracefully only to come sputtering back up again, soaking into the hot sand before disappearing to lose their identities in a sea of water. Not so far out from shore, something was breaking through the waves and water, causing a disrupt in their patterns as she fought her way to shore. A she-wolf was swimming, taking respite from the hot sun in the cool waves that washed around her, occasionally letting her head sink below for the sheer comfort that she would feel. But then she would break through the waves, paws churning through the clear water as they carried her to shore. She panted from the effort of crossing the expanse of water. Finally, she was leaving the land of her birth behind - even if she had been born many miles away. Now the land she would stand upon would be in no way connected to the lands of the north. An island. To Narcissa Telmaré, it was synonymous to a new start - a new beginning.

Was it fate, she pondered as she swam idly to shore, that had brought her here? That had compelled her to leave the savage north she had called her home for nearly a year and wander south? Was this island where she was meant to be or merely a pit stop on a journey that lacked a destination? She snorted. The hot sun was making her soft and foolish if she was about to start believing in fate. Not a chance. Everything she had done had been because she decided to do it, not because it had been preordained. But what about Fianndra? And her father? Had her murders been her decisions? She had felt so out of control, a mere spectator powerless to stop herself from making mistake after mistake. Could those be proof of fate or a higher being? No. Her mother was insane, perhaps it was just genetic. She grinned wryly at the idea that everything was alright because she was insane. It was ironic how past fears could end up being future reassurances.

The shore was drawing nearer and nearer and finally, as she kicked through the blue waters, Narcissa felt her paws graze the sand below her feet. She relaxed and began to swim slower, already envisioning her period of rest. As the water grew shallower she began to wade, rising at first so that her top half emerged from the water but crouching down again as she felt the sun rays burning into her skin. Damn this hot climate. Hopefully there would be a cooler area of this island, or at least a forest where the trees leafy boughs could block out the sunlight. Groaning at the heat. Narcissa dragged herself up and out of the water, yelping as her paws were startled by the hot sand. She took off across the beach as fast as she could, trying to ignore the scalding pain. No, she was most definitely not used to this type of climate. Finally she spotted a grove of trees and darted in, panting with relief as her paws brushed against the cool shaded sand. She could make out some large form - a mountain of sorts - quite close... but what was that smell? It was almost acrid, leaving a slightly burning sensation in her nostrils. She ignored it and slumped down into the shade, letting her eyelids close as she drifted off unintentionally into a well-earned sleep.

[narcissa]

The fae's eyes opened after a pause, blue orbs glancing around her almost lazily. Far from it, Narcissa was scanning the landscapes around her. It would not do well to be caught off guard and groggy. She sniffed the air cautiously but no wolf scent drifted back to her. She shifted slightly in the sand before exhaling impatiently and rising to her feet. It was no use. She'd never been a light sleeper and regardless of how tired her body was she was in no mood to waste away her first few hours on this new land in an almost unconscious state, dreaming away the precious seconds. She padded over to what she had assumed was a mountain, wincing at the strong heat from the sun. No, she was most certainly not able to stay in this land for long. At least not this part of it. She came from the cold climate of the north. Narcissa Telmaré would not be a fae to survive long is such blistering hot weather. Or at least, it seemed the likes to her.

She squinted against the bright light as she drew nearer to the mountain, frowning. It didn't look anything like the mountains in her homeland. Although, she reminded herself, that was probably because she was far far away from the north. She was foolish if she expected everything - anything - to be the same. And a foolish newcomer never lasts long, she thought grimly. Returning her attention to the mountain, Narcissa chewed the underside of her lip absentmindedly. It didn't seem quite right. For one thing, there was that scent in the air that was so hard to place. Fiery almost but Narcissa couldn't have been sure. She'd only seen two fires in her life - one when humans had been near and another that humans had left burning after they moved on from their "camp". Narcissa snorted at the memory. On both occasions, the sight of the fire had captivated her, her eyes growing greedily as she sought to etch the fantastic sight into the deepest corners of her memory.

It was nice to be reminded of that, even if the reminder came in such a large and, Narcissa decided, obnoxious form. She glared haughtily at the mountain. Or whatever it was. Either way she didn't like it. Fully aware of how childish she was acting, Narcissa rolled her eyes and wheeled around her heel, sprinting lightly across the sand. She winced again at the pounding heat of the sun rays as the beat down easily through her fair coat. It was, after all, meant to trap heat and keep her warm - something she had been grateful for in the north and was now thoroughly annoyed with. She sighed as she ran, quickening her pace against the will of her protesting muscles. When she got somewhere cooler and perhaps less open, she would rest. For now, it was up to her to find that place. And if she met any of the island's habitants on the way? Her journey at sea had not put a damper on her dislike of conversation, had it? She smirked.