Marcella,
Lioness of Prideless
Played by Twesh
In the air was a crisp chill. Something on the border of uncomfortable when the breeze whipped up but otherwise tolerable. Marcella breathed in the fresh air and felt it cool the inside of her mouth, she considered the aromas around her with thoughtful analytics. The steppe lands were less barren than she'd first thought they might be. There was harshness to them, the unforgiving rolls of earth blanketed with hardy shorter foliage unlike the fertile plains and grasslands to the south. After a time travelling it was the first place Marcella had found a contentment, security in the roughness of it all. She'd found this world to be more sparse than she'd like but part of the Faust woman was tired of moving her children from place to place. There was essential work to be done and she could not afford to waste any more time in search of a place for her to meet her social wants and goals of ascension. In this land, with its fewer inhabitants, her attention must shift. She would not, could not, mourn the life she had before too hard lest she risk losing her ability to adapt to this one.

The maned woman stood upon a crest of a gentle rolling bit of land, hardly a hill at all, and turned away from the daylight sun to glance outwards. Her green eyes traveled the length of the steppe until they met the horizon, surfing the ground while her other senses trained elsewhere in observation. The peace she felt here was enough for now, her heart felt enough contentment she decided.

@Daphne