A handful of moons would come and go as Sienna would lock herself away within this serene literary lounge aromatic with blossoming nature while learning the details of her ancestors set within pages of knowledge documented for millennia. The words written were not of interest to her however for what was written in english had consisted of the details she had already known; mating for life, the ritual of an alpha and a luna, a weakness to wolfsbane, and what was written in Sanskrit or even latin, she became lost on.
She would set out into the direction of the further aisles of books, finding volumes to thicken with each passed rack, until eventually she came to the perimeter of the enclosure that was lined by blooms of flowers she had never come to note in her nineteen years. The colors w
