I’ve become a simple souvenir of someone’s kill

She had debated going home for awhile now. After being rejected and pushed away from visiting the Edge - from being able to tell the father of the life growing within her, she found solace in the comforting talks of a spotted stranger. She had figured out the name/names for her child, possibly children as she's beginning to wonder. Rexanna had grown much larger than she had with Rein. It was even more frightening than beforehand. Granted, at least she knew now that she could even bear healthy children. But you never quite recovered after birthing a stillborn. It was the fear that was subconsciously there, regardless of how many times one ended up carrying children. And now, now that she had slightly begun to come to terms with the fact that she wouldn't have that extra protection of the children from a father, she'd have to learn how to take care of it herself. It had been a relief to let Rein off with Ashamin while she went her own way now and then. But things had been different to her eye - Rein hadn't even been in the Basin at all. Away, for so long without anyone but her wondering why.

And then he had decided to be angry with her, pointing a blood wielded sword at her own throat, shocking and burning her skin. She had since recovered, and her child had became the son she remembered. Anger was no longer something that drove the two of them away from one another, but she had began to learn that he needed his space - and so they parted ways. As she had been doing with everyone it seemed.

Nevertheless, the Thief made her way across the Steppe in the chill of the morning. Slow, but determined to make her way to her icy mountainous home. Yet, as she approached the normal path she took, she paused a moment to glance around the path - blue gaze dancing across the scarce amount of tree life as ashen dipped legs carried her over the pale earth. It was a good point to stop and look, seeing as she spotted something near the base of one of the trees. From the distance, she couldn't see exactly what it was. Though her curiosity often got the better of her, and so she carried herself closer to the movement - silently hoping she wasn't stumbling into a trap of some kind. Marembo, her polecat companion, had wrapped himself around her withers and buried herself in her mane - clutching onto clumps of the dual toned tresses to keep himself steady as he peeked around with beady blue eyes. His black and golden dappling almost blending him in well enough with the shadows and gold that lined Rexanna's own back.

As she approached, Rexanna squinted her eyes against the slow growing of the sunrise, the light reflecting from the icy land around her. And as she looked closer, she began to realize that the creature she had seen beforehand - was actually her Queen. Her brow furrowed slightly as she picked up a bit of speed, worried that perhaps something was wrong. "Hotaru?" She called at first, coming closer to try and make sure it was indeed the Queen of the North. Of course, there wasn't really any mistaking it. Hotaru had always been that fierce and beautiful rose - and Alice had been there to show the protective feelings that Hotaru hadn't shown herself. Rexanna remembered it so - during the last pregnancy when the canine had seemed to growl at her. The Thief hadn't forgotten, but she was still curious as to why. Now didn't seem like a good time, however. And perhaps her Queen might not even want her company. But she would try. "My Lady, is everything alright?" She questioned, quietly as she lowered her head to look upon Hotaru better. She stayed a small amount of distance away, not wanting to encroach on whatever was going on - but close enough to be of help if necessary. Remy, sitting up now on her withers took the opportunity to make his way off of his bonded and slid his way to the ground. He stood then, looking to Alice and Hotaru, his little hands holding one another as worry traced from his bonded to him, making him just as worried. And it showed on his face as well.

"Talk."

And like the sea—

I’m constantly changing from calm to ill.

Rexanna