Ravenna was eating her first small dinner, alone. Outside she was sitting at the small wooden stairs, glancing on her new home. While eating she couldn't help but feel the urge to have someone to talk to. To get some insight in what this place was. Why the different clans and just how people felt about this.
A late dinner it was. The sands of time have almost passed the twilight. Almost nocturnal she was. She felt more at home when the moonlit trees and pathways guided her. Like before, the nights was her safe place where no one could hurt her as a child.
Different times now. Whoever soughed harm upon her, she would grind their bones and spread it on the ocean. But, something was missing. She needed something to protect, yes, that's it. A purpose, a goal was needed to get this weary soul a frame.
Thoughts passed and thoughts came while eating.