(For simplicity, I do request that only one person join this)
Her ivory paws tread carefully across her familiar, familial soil. Winterheart Forest, her pride and joy, was almost as beloved as her own bloodline. Almost. The woman had grown considerably in the timespan since returning to the Forest, mostly in wisdom and manners. She was still the bright, brilliant child with hopes and ideals that she always had been - but now, now she was a woman who was rising into her social class. There was no one better in Winterheart Forest than she, save her very own mother.
The curious thought that greeted her that night was not of her mother, her maternal star, it was of a solider, a warrior who had in essence bewitched her to the idea that perhaps, somewhere out in the world, there was a man of true worth for her. In a blissful, almost dreamy sigh, the woman lifted her gaze to the stars and plucked Andromeda from the heavens. "And am I, lowly Princess who gazes to reverently towards the heavens, ever destined to find my Perseus?"