Engulfed by the family once known to them all. Their sharp dagger teeth clutched the disheveled heap of reaped anger tightly. They offered what little comfort they could by blood and restraint alike. Broken worlds were lost in eyes as bright as amethysts that once had seen the innocent until it all burned to ashes. Here she lay, lost in thought, at the home she had never thought would claim her. Destiny would bring her back, back to her savior. She wondered if the winds did push her aroma towards curious nostrils. Had they noticed her departure? It was a simple reason. One she was certain her muse would understand. A past was far greater to shake then any other illness. She closed her lids and sucked in a breath of courage as the roses shifted with her heavy heart. She released the anxiety dancing around her chest like angry ants at the body of a traitor. She rose; her hopes and dreams did tug with the thorns of her kin. Their vine bodies requested her to remain faithful and give her fealty to them. Blood was always a trigger for the royalty of roses. Her mother had always said not to feed them, for blood brings life, and the feel of reality where the roses crave to walk among the living rather then stay and watch with voiceless cries. Her gaze shifted on the rose bed. Lay forgotten with her imprint. Was that all that was left of her? Was she a mere imprint on the hearts of some and none of others? Her ears fell backwards with the thought and shook the cloud that seemed to clutch at her mind. She had felt its insidious clawing. A tickle, a whisper, and much more dire was the thought that she could be just like her mother. Did the illness grow in her too? She felt her mind losing ground but if she grounded herself perhaps then she would be secure. Perhaps she could bypass the illness that was merely mental, for her mothers curse was not something inherited, however, fear created many forms of illusions. She stood, blood oozing from the tiny wounds of tiny swords. Her eyes refocused on the world around her. They had expanded; growth was all around her and what of him? What of the prince that had captivated her mind? Was he well? Had he.. She shook her head. No she wanted no part in those thoughts, in that impending heartache, so instead she dismissed the thoughts all together and focused on the task at hand. Her head pulled heavenwards and her song broke free. Her wanting and desperation to be home once more, to be with her.

It had been some time since she'd heard such a song, the call of Syn would reach her ears. She would look to her brood which slept by her breast, it was still so hard to leave them alone. She would have normally sought out her daughter Novel for babysitting duty while she had to go out to her duties. Now though, they seemed so peaceful sleeping she had to doubt they would stir. With determination to see the young fae again she would rise from the depths of her den and seek out the girl. There were few rose bushes in her territory, but it seemed that Syn would find herself in one of the few. Song would tilt her head curiously as she approached, a soft whine alerting the girl to her presence. It had been so long since she'd laid eyes upon her Apprentice, "Syn! Are you.. okay? Have you been okay? What's happened?" She knew the woman would have an obvious reason for her absence, something very important for not having stopped to tell her alpha. Her ears would fall to her cranium as she asked of Ameiva. Speech