Omnipresent steely look was crafted into the face of the exiled princess, violet eyes as hard as the amethyst they were more often than not compared to. Ophelia had disappeared, and rumor was she seemed to have amnesia. Lakota didn't want to intrude on Ktulu's space, but she felt a gruff sort of need to comfort her. It wasn't going to be easy for her to accept. However Lakota refrained, knowing the young woman was more than capable of dealing with her own emotions.
This brought the mare's mind back to the other, more exciting thought plaguing her mind. Poison. Magic had been bestowed upon her, and after the effects had worn off Lakota had been thrilled. Practicing took a certain toll, but being prepared was more important. Now, she was traversing the lands of the Threshold. Ktulu had made it clear they were to spread word of the Grey, recruit any interested. With the sudden boredom she was feeling, the midnight blue roan was more than willing to mess with the newbies.
Cautious steps soon filled Lakota's ears and she sneered. Great, a wary one. She hated having to show she meant no harm. Why in the world would she do that? After all she had no problem harming them, and their bumbling shyness was annoying. Pinpointing the sound she slid forward with a panther like grace, knowing the shadows of these lands better than she had in her former home. A flash of white and rose grey had her stepping out of the foliage. Violet eyes flashing in the bleak sunlight as sooty maw opened. "Lost?" Vapid and in the same smooth tone she always used. Then, as if being struck full on by a Pegasus dropping from the sky, it hit her. Pink ruby eyes, familiar patterns, same sweet face...Lakota's mind went into overdrive, takin in every familiar feature faster than she could ever imagine.
Hana.
Her baby sister was standing before her, eyes wary and much too wise despite her and Alleo's efforts. All breath left her lungs, stumbling backwards as if she had seen a ghost. Perhaps the poison was not gone, as Hana had appeared multiple times in her delusions. Some deep sense of pride kept her from collapsing and crying, knowing her precious sister was alive. Staggering one step closer, neck stretching out. Nostrils quivered as her scent, so familiar yet so old, was renewed in her mind. Without a doubt it was Hana. "H-Hana?" Unashamed that her voice was desperate and trembled. Begging to her goddess that this wasn't some trick, some evil cruel joke. Rushing forward and touching her sister's neck with her cheek. Sliding down to her shoulder, tracing her spine before dropping off at her flank, shoulder to shoulder now. Shuddering with sobs that we're unheard and unseen. Backing away to press her face into Hana's, right behind her cheek. Burying herself in her mane, wishing she could remain there forever. "Goddess please don't let this be a dream. Hana how the hell did you get out?" Disbelief and shock reverting her begging into her normal crass language. Shaking her head to free herself from that question. It didn't matter. "Is Alleo with you? Are you hurt? I swear I will rip them limb from fucking limb if they touched you," voice dropping on the last sentence, meant more for herself even if Hana could still hear her. A cruel hiss, ready to kill and infect then with her poison of they had left even a single scratch on her precious baby sister. She would kill them all. Looking around once more for their lighter painted brother. "Is he...?" Decibels dropping to a low, subtly pained murmur. She couldn't bear to think he was dead. If Hana was here she had to keep hope that he was as well.
Tears pricked her eyes, unsurprisingly. Reaching up to pull Hana against her chest and shoulder in an old, familiar embrace. Old memories tasting just as sweet when renewed. "I've...I've missed you so much Hana..." Gruff whisper being one of the few rare times she ever alluded to having a heart at all. Her normal reactions had all been destroyed upon finding her sister.
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