Sindri was growing like a weed, and with her expanding mind and honing skills, the need to roam gripped her so hard she felt like it was hard to breathe some days. Memories, disjointed and not always quite understood, stirred up her spirit in ways she didn't fully grasp yet but was beginning to see clearly like pieces of a puzzle being handed to her one by one. It was hard to pretend she wanted to be home all the time, but life had regained some sense of normalcy. The island wasn't quite the same without those they'd lost, but Sindri remained hopeful they were okay, wherever they all were -- even if the stars didn't have them, as she still resolutely voice to anyone who brought it up or looked like they needed cheering. She still wanted to talk to Cupid about it all. Despite being well aware many of her family, of the island itself, were deities given mortal form, Sindri felt... strange, as many budding young girls feel as they grow and learn who they are, what they like, the things they want to accomplish. She loved her family with all her heart, none so dear to her as Cupid himself; her one and only parent as far as she was concerned, her anchor to reality, her love and light and home.
That didn't mean she wanted to waste away on the island, letting her spirit wither in confinement. She could only be the bright ray of moonlight for the family when she was charged and full of life, and to be full of life was to explore, and learn, and soak in all the world had to offer. She promised she'd be back the next day, and that part hadn't been a lie - she thought she would've been home by then. Yes, Cupid had explicitly told her to take someone as an escort, and yes, Sindri had explicitly decided that was not The Move. She'd agreed, nonetheless, and spirited away after parroting her planned night of adventure to her siblings (had they been listening? She wasn't sure.). She wasn't even sure how long ago that'd been -- two nights? Three? More?

Cupid was going to kill her.

But he didn't understand -- she hadn't given him the whole story, and with each step Sin took, she regretted it. Perhaps if he understood her divine mission, he might've come along himself, or might've understood her need to go... but it was the one part she kept to herself. If nobody else was keen to go exploring, well, then, they hadn't gotten the same dreams she had. Not a memory, as she usually saw -- a call.
If they knew, they would've understood. They'd know where she was going, they'd know the urge was too strong to fight, they'd know she had to.
She didn't know if she was allowed to tell those who weren't in on the secret. What if it was her and her alone who had been summoned, and she was endangering her family in spilling the beans? No, she thought it was better to be subtle.

The little girl thought she was so smart.

Thankfully, she was well-prepared. Tyr was a good teacher, and she could take care of herself well enough to catch little critters and hide from things too large to face. She didn't know why Cupid hadn't wanted her out here! When the snow seemed to turn into a storm, the tiny piebald girl pressed on, searching for shelter. Easy peasy! Except... well, she couldn't seem to find anything, not even for her little frame, and the snow tasted funny. Smelled strange, even, and Sindri screwed up her features against the blizzard as she carried carefully on step by step.

For a long time, there was nothing, and then: 'Inside. With haste.' Sindri's ears perked, and she hurried forward towards the sound of the voice with a bark ahead as if calling for someone to hold the door for her. Hopefully... they were understanding of a kid just wanting to get out of this snow! She'd get back to her mission, once she could catch her breath! Right now, the dark pelt of the sun-wolf was blotting through the storm, and Sin was just glad to gallop her way, breaths heaving as she struggled to inhale enough oxygen.