EVER OLD, EVER NEW, KEEP ME TRAVELING ALONG WITH YOU. (OPEN, M&G)

OOC. She is mute by choice and very nervous, answers to characters will be gestures but I shall try and explain a little more out of action.
It seemed as if things were changing. The tides were turning and for once, in her favor. Things weren’t like they were before. The people here were different. They did not move around, they had watertight dens with placements for all. There did not seem to be anybody here that was not with place, any that didn’t have some sort of meaning to the rest. That was, apart from herself. The youngster was still trying to figure out whether it was right for her to be here, whether it was safe. They had patched her up well, which was not too bad after she realized that what they were doing was the opposite of pain and life seemed to return to her but she was a stranger among them, how could they really care about what happened to her? Now her recovery was slow but getting there though hampered by a lack of sleep because of nightmares that still taunted her. This, however, would be her first step out into what might become a new beginning, a second start in a world that had been so cruel to her. Really the cub just needed to get out for a while and take in a sweet breath of fresh air but didn’t want to draw attention to herself. A few timid steps took her to the entrance that was enjungled with spear heads of ivy, with a few more her whole body was tangled within them but with a slash or two from her small claws they relinquished their grip and she was allowed to continue along the sands. The funny thing was she did not remember being taken within the den, either under her own power or by another. That whole night that brought her here really was a blur with fear but the last few days had been a great dear calmer inside what seemed to be a nursery of sorts. Daggers of bright white light stabbed at her eyes as the shade ended and the sun light began to peer directly at the snow leopard as if to question her presence in a place strange to such a creature that would surely prefer the mountains to the water-front? Currently there was no field, hole or city that she would call home so the beach was as good as any other to dwell, that was if those who had helped her the other night would accept her as worthy to. The leopardess moved to the side of the cove and rested upon the sand underneath the drapes of foliage with the hope of remaining hidden from the clan’s people but still feel the benefits of pure, peaceful surroundings.

The leopardess found peace in just laying her head down upon the silky smooth sand, letting the drapes of ivy blanket her and the sun send her good rest; the simplest of pleasures such as these were often the most magnificent in her wandering mind. Sleepily she looked out across the camp, watching as people came and went, talked and chatted, all but ignoring her as she lay motionless by the nursery. Success, in the cubs mind, for many different reasons.Firstly, it meant that no one was waiting for her to come out, expecting some big song and dance. In no way was she like that, in fact calling her a recluse, even at such a young age would be an accurate description. Secondly, questions were hard to anwser to an acceptable standard when insistent on saying nothing. It was better for all if she said nothing, then all might be well. Flecks of dust seemed to hop up and onto her pale skin but figuring there must be some more logical reason for this the youngster sat up and looked just above her head to where the ghost tabby stared at her blindly which was slightly unsettling for the cub. Out of all those upon the beach that night, the black smoke pelted femme had been the most gentle and warm and motherly. Though at the time terror had obscured this fact, in the last few days of recovery, it would not be a lie to say that Flute had urned for it but would never say so to anyone. Ever so lightly the snow leopard gravitated toward the knight so that her head just brushed the tip of her paws and in anwser to her question nodded gently even though was weary of this not being ok with the grown-up.

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