The wind blows where it wants to. To the north, to the south, left or right. When one runs with that never ceasing flow, they see more than the familiar roads and faces of home.They see the world, they see life. The path of freedom is often the path of loneliness; the winds of change rarely revisit places long since past. Those once known so well become nothing but a faded memory, a thought that is cherished and kept, but little more than what once was.

Things are like this for Zyla. Never ceasing to change, never stable or still. The world is too large, and time too short, to take it slow when she yearns to see it all. Even then, even with so much left to see, the road home always is left in her heart. After all her time away, after all she's seen, maybe it's time to take that long ride home and see what has changed without her. Maybe it's time to see what used to be her whole world.

Last of the Zyla riding suit pics!
Zyla is, as always, mine
Art by the ever amazing  fox-die. Seriously, amazing piece. Glad I got to hire him a second time!