She was searching too, and her heart began to thrum wildly within her broad chest as she looked so desperately for her little angel. Miykael had not been as helpful in finding their child, and even though deep down it enraged her to see him not trying, she supposed she couldn't blame him; he had been used to his children leaving him after all. But December could not fathom losing her little Merialeth, the bubble of joy who had somehow finally gotten away from her watchful eye and Carl's presence, leaving her frantic and desperate to find her. Her frazzled, motherly mind was in denial about the fact that the painted princess had been gone a lot longer than just a few days. Soon she was running, the panic beginning to bloom as her deepest fears and worries bubbled within her mind before she could stop them.
Her mind was frantic and Carl could do nothing to ease her calm, despite keeping pace with her massive bulk and attempting to grasp her attention. He could feel it between their bond that this was slowly killing her each day, losing the most precious thing she had in the world, and with the events of Isara, she didn't know what to expect of the sudden disappearance of her only baby. Without another thought she croaked a desperate cry, her tone exuding the anguish she felt of not having her Meria here,"MERIALETH!" What she hadn't expected was the sound of another name being called from a man's voice, causing her ears to prick and for her to search desperately for the source.
He had lost someone too, and it pulled at her heartstrings so deeply, to the point where her normal expressionless complexion was filled with hope and pain and the possibility that maybe their loved ones were lost together. Funny how such desperation could drive you to such delusions. Her ivory frame skidded to a halt as she approached the rotunda, looking at the bulky man before her, whose markings she hadn't seen before. She studied them quietly, curiously as she always did, before finally acknowledging the reason she had run to him, and approaching quicker than she normally would.
"Are you looking for someone too? Perhaps we can search together. It covers more ground that way," she wasn't thinking about manners at this point, wasn't registering that maybe he was doing this on his own for a reason, but she still held on to that desperate plea that maybe it was all a game, and her daughter would pop out from behind the bushes with a cheerful 'Boo!' before giggling and telling her Mama that she had been waiting for her to find her this entire time. Because the dark corners of her mind were taunting her, telling her to stop with her foolish fantasies and face the fact that Meria was gone for good, and it was all because of her. Because the one thing she loved more than anything else didn't actually love her at all.
Talking.
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