It felt like ages that she had been searching for her way back home, to find her father and all the family that had been left behind when
he had taken her hostage. A long time ago it felt like she could have simply slipped away into the night when no one was watching but then the earthquake came and they left the Outlands, scattered to the winds and in directions she could never follow. Sheltered and oblivious as she had been when she was young, she might as well have been taken to an entirely different world for all that she was able to keep track of where they were.
Over time, their numbers splintered off into smaller groups and their general displeasure with her inability to keep up with their needs was not.. lost upon her. Or
him. Eventually she was able to slip away without so much as a bat of an eyelash from the group but that would not be the end of her journey. She struggled to feed herself, let alone find her way in the wilds, and she was turned back on her own path too many times for her to count - too many times to even know. It was by some miracle that she began to understand the way the roguelands worked, to recognize what was foreign and what was similar, and through the help of a few gracious souls she was at last within sight of the lands of her birth.
She felt so happy that she might weep.
In the distance she saw a form and, oblivious to any danger someone might pose (she was so close to home after all!), she bounced up to him with her joy plastered proudly across her face.
"Are you from the Pridelands? Do you know much longer the travel might be? Do you know Ezeoha? Or his children?"
The questions were a flurry, spoken one on top of the other, but she was too excited to slow down or apologize.