It was because of what had happened to her as an egg (and, arguably more importantly, what had happened to her mother) that her father had deemed it appropriate to uproot their lives to come here. She still wasn't quite sure where here was, but she was sort of coping... Except not really. She hadn't gone on a rampage yet, so... bonus points, she supposed. She sighed and peered into the frozen surface of the water with tears stinging at her pale eyes. She couldn't believe any of this was actually happening. For fuck's sake... she lifted a hand to rub the back of her neck. She was a fierce and mighty warrior.
She had no time for emotions such as these. As crude as it might have been, she was a survivor and her mother wasn't, although... in all fairness to the memory of her dearly departed mother, without her sacrifice, her father might not have reached her in time to save her. Her chest ached and she buried her face into her knees, drawing in a shuddering breath. Her thoughts were a cruel and oftentimes repetitive cycle that she wished, above all else, would come to an end. The cold gathered around her and even though she was immune to some of its more adverse effects, she pulled her jacket tighter around herself. The cold had never really bothered her, but the human cage she was imprisoned in certainly didn't make things any easier. Oh, how she wanted to be able to spread her wings... but, alas, such things were not meant to be for the moment.