Livna was bored already.
Bored of this name quest, bored of these lands.
She wanted to be home, on the mountain, listening to her mothers tales.
No longer just an adolescent, she was growing by the day, and felt like every day here was wasted.
Though she was a distant lioness already, she felt like a walking member of the dead in these lands. Like a ghost. Here but not real, not living.
Walking and walking, she had begun to lose track of the way she had came, and wasn't entirely sure how long it would take to return. She hadn't even thought of a name yet. There were just garbled sounds in her head.
