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12-10-2014, 01:15 AM
Lakota
The Poisoner Warm gold gems turned to her, affection glowing in normally stoic pools. They prompted a small smile from the little blue mare, taking strength from having her brother at her side. There was a lingering suspicion that things were not going to go perfectly, that this reunion would hold problems that Lakota was not equipped to handle. Even still her lips formed his name, the nickname that only she was ever allowed to call him - by her own decree of course. His answering grin lifted a mysterious weight from her shoulders, and her own smile shuddered to life, as if not used to being implemented. It strengthened to hear that he intended to stay, that their days of wandering and searching for a real home, together, were finally over. Ended. Together at last, the Grey, reunited. Perhaps beneath a different name, but there all the same. Zola. She is beautiful but small, and Lakota wishes that her magic still resided within, that she were capable of healing the damage that is so apparent. But Loretta seems to be the only one who can help, for Aodaun is off fetching Ktulu. Who comes, invariably, moments later. The reunion between the two former leaders was beautiful, but Ktulu did not forget her, murmuring her gratitude to not have been left out of the scenario. Lakota smiled shyly, a little overwhelmed to see such love on her mate's face when they were in the presence of so many others. "Of course. It is time to be reunited, after all." Her little kitten comes out of hiding then, and the Poisoner shot her a brief smile of welcome. Though there is still a part of her that wants to snake her neck and chase her off, because she does not belong, not really. She does not have the blood of the Grey in her veins, and though they had been the ones to steal her home away from her, Lakota did not hold as much value as Resplendence did concerning that incident. Instead, the Poisoner reverts to silence, watching as they all come together, a feeling like joy budding hopefully in her chest. She had begun to hate remaining in the Edge, being subservient. But now...maybe she could handle it once more. And though she says nothing more, feeling a little like she's dissolving into the mists around her with the sudden profound discomfort that she is experiencing, she is there all the same. Whole once more. |
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