Talk, talk, talk. That's what they must have been doing, if their expressions are correctly judged. Lakota does not doubt it, for she has read them since birth- hers and Hana's respectively. She couldn't care less what they were talking about, minding even less even if she'd known they had been speaking about her. All she can see is green, green, green. Forests, flowers, emeralds...moss, plants, vines...warm summer days and brisk spring nights spent by his side with those green, green, green eyes staring so lovingly at her. One look into those handsome jade-spun irises and she is back to a home that never belonged to an earthly place- for it resided upon his canvas, inside his heart and etched into the warmth of his form. Any words Hana could have said or Alleo could have replied with, they're muted and lost to her like the irritating buzz of flies. There was only him, and her, and the silent fall of snow. Aodaun and Hana faded. Everything, all her worries, those too sank into the calm grassy shade of his eyes, swallowed up by his love and familiarity until she was a newborn once more, looking up at him with her heart caught in her chest and her eyes as big as a doe's.
In the moment she stuttered out his name, a slow smile curled his pale lips, his scar just barely moving as it always did. From his came her name in return. Lakota's insides quivered, as did her lips, and she completely crumbled to pieces within three syllables. Diamonds were set to flow from her shocking violet eyes as she sobbed into his muscled chest, her own tiny frame shaking in a positively violent way as she heaved and hiccuped and howled like a child into his coat. She'd missed him more than she'd missed anyone else in her life, except perhaps Ithrim and their grandmother. Alleo was her everything, and she swore as she pressed her cheek to his pale canvas that she would never let anything take him away from her again. He clasped her tight to his body, and his warm tears splashed softly down upon her neck and mane, and she felt them and only cried harder. It was likely impossible to understand her should she speak, but she managed to muffle the horrible loudness of it all by cowering in his shoulder as Hana came to join the sibling tearfest.
Only when Hana's canvas brushed against hers did Lakota turn her head from Alleo's shoulder, though she curved her little body around his chest the other way to make up for it, her spine aligned with his chest as she pulled Hana closer. Such touching words spilled from her little sister's lips, and yet Lakota could only manage a choked whimper of agreement. Dear Gods, she was a mess! But Leo was an intoxicating, freeing presence and she couldn't control her own tidal wave of emotions that had been locked up inside her heart since the day she'd left them. Seasons and seasons of agony all coming out at once.
Satisfied that Hana was pulled sufficiently closer, Lakota turned her head right back to Alleo to soak in his words like a sponge, one that hadn't had a drop of water in years. Slowly her tears faded, but she sniffled pathetically and shed a few pearls here and there into his pale mane. Whispering how much she loved the both of them in a broken, heartfelt tone over and over. When she'd calmed her quivering heart and vocals, she slipped like liquid from their hold and shook herself slightly. Taking in a deep breath, she turned sore, teary eyes to Alleo and gave a smile to both her siblings. "I know you hate the snow, Leo. L-Let's...let's go." She turned then to Hana, Ao finally venturing to her side once more, and smiled knowingly at her baby sister even as her tear-stained face dampened a little further with a few more tears, shedding at the words that rested between her teeth. "L-Let's go home, as a family."
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