bittersweet memories

Maverick's condolences were met with a sigh. His assurance that the fight must have been worthy brought a shake of her head. "I'm afraid it was no great battle that he fell in. When you first happened upon myself and my group, Falk was absent because he had hared off to the field, despite my assurances that his sister had a mate to fight for her freedom from Arcanum and that he had children who needed their father there with them. He got captured, and our children were just old enough to ask 'Where is Papa?'. He was imprisoned for a long while. It was no fight for his freedom that I know of that blinded him. According to him, his captor was setting him free, and the bitch queen of Arcanum traipsed in and maimed him, then sent him staggering on his way." She flexed her claws, raking them against the frozen ground.

She forced her mind away from the subject, making a clear gesture that she wished to speak no more of the subject, and as he answered her inquiry of his health, his answer seemed almost half hearted. Mismatched gold and blue gaze studied him for a moment, before she answered his question. "I am already home. These lands are to be mine soon enough. My family is here in the Plains. As well as one or two who wish to be a part of Celestial once I raise it."

Her gaze sharpened on his face, head cocking slightly as she asked, "Are you looking for a home?"

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think