From the mountainous tundra rich with flora and coniferous-deciduous forests to the seaside ports and beaches, she found herself strangely enjoying the exploration she’d taken. The expansion of land was fascinating to say the least and she’d trekked across as much of it as she could without violating territorial parameters. Once she grew tired she decided to return to the home she now had to acknowledge as her own. With every step, she questioned if her surroundings were truly the pretty cage she’d deemed them to be. Perhaps it was the escape she’d always needed; an existence away from a family—a pride—that could do away with her so easily after she’d committed her life’s work to strengthening them. Her path as an archivist had never been for the sole purpose or benefit of her own advancement, but for the good of her people. Asha had desperately wanted to see their numbers rise, to see them once again dominate the businesses that they’d so successfully cultivated over years of dedication and hard work.
