Spring was in the air of the Province of FeatherFall, Sonya had spent the majority of a very cold winter with a boy who was much more than he let on, but then again so was she. She was very careful not to let it be known just what she was or how she came to be it, however, when she were mere miles from the border of the Sinclair Fiefdom she longed to go back to the comfort of her old home. Back in ManorClair, the nickname she had given to the home of the Sinclair Nobility, where she could apologize to her father. But soon, the years as a cat would go from three to four, and is was becoming increasingly possible that she would never find that mage.
The air was heavy with the scent of rain, darkening cloud told tales of a shower that was soon approaching. Sonya quickened her step, she was still a ways out from the town she had sighted from atop the previous hill. How she hated rain, it made her fur heavy and made her irrevocably cold.
The first heavy drops were beginning to fall as she sprinted down the sides of the main street, looking for some kind of nice cover, she found it on the outer window sill of a shop of some kind. Sonya dared not to look inside, that would only give her a longing for comforts and securities that would never come, after all, no one wanted strays. The were a liability, no matter how cute the stray was. So instead. She set herself to trying to lick the moisture of the rain from her fur.