Homecoming wasn't as sweet as the Sand Princess had wanted it to be.

Living within the domain of the Moon Goddess had been uplifting, filled with contrasts to the sand, heated island she'd been born in. She'd gone there for a purpose, and that purpose had been fufilled in finding Tasokh. Only, Tasokh had soon vanished again, leaving the elder twin to fan the flames of her own fire to stop it from burning out completely.

She'd left home and found so much more, and then she'd unceremoniously lost the biggest piece again. Disappeared between her hooves like burned leaves disintegrating into the wind. Lilac eyes had hardened after that, pangs for home soon filled her breast to the point she could no longer ignore them. She wanted heat, the fire, the love and her mother. Her family. She had siblings in the Throat she didn't know, but wanted to know. Verro wanted to land on those fire-orange sands and see her mothers proud frame hurdle toward her with wings outstretched and harsh words on her tongue.

Her mother would of worried, fretted and refused out of staunch pride to not bother the Throat with the absence of her daughters. The lashing she'd verbally get would be worth it, if only to fall into those all consuming wings and know she was safe and loved.

There had been no goodbyes, goodbyes always seemed so final. Like the wind would never take you back there again, closed the door to never open it again. Maybe pass once or twice with a look of fondness, daring to reach out and brush against the handle for only a moment. Daring, flirting with the idea to open it back up again, but never doing so. Verro liked to keep the door always open, and it was in her nature to come and go like the wind. She just wanted the place she came back to, to be the very place she'd come into the world in.

Tan hooves touched down in the familiar wash of orange, light eyes transfixed upon the Island Shoreline for the tell tale signs of those assigned to greet newcomers. Would they accept her back? They had to, surely, she'd been born here. Her blood sang in the veins of others who called this place home. To deny her would crush her, crumble her heart into ashes. She waited, a little impatiently as the anxiousness wormed it's way into the marrow of her bones. Creeped into the magical flames which danced upon her hooves and wings, flaring and retreating to a dull flicker, before they roared to life once more.

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