Belonging. She didn't belong here in Hlint.
It wasn't anything definable. The people were just the same, the buildings, the services. That was probably what made it wrong for her. She'd not really noticed it before because Jasper had always been around, or she was busy working.
But there was no freedom to move here. There were buildings all around and they pushed shadows into her daylight. People were everywhere, always in her space, always bumping into her as she walked through the gates.
Once she'd not have throught twice about changing form and galloping through town as a wolf, or a panther; but one too many call outs of "pretty kitty!" as she went by had finally sunk in that perhaps it wasn't quite what she should do. Being called a witch; having an orc run away from her - it just served to show how different she was.
There was no room to make big steps here; it was like the tightest, darkest forest where all the trees fight one another to gain the smallest spark of sunlight.
She didn't belong. |