Together We Stand Tall

The alabaster and ebony dame lifted her head slightly, hearing the brute speak his words. Deep down, she did wonder where her missing siblings happened to be. She was worried about Annette, as well as her other brothers as well, and it saddened her that they didn't stay. However, the woman did know that they had journeys that wished to be on as well, and she had no right to stop them if that was their very wish, though she would miss them terribly. The sounds of the wind reverberated throughout her lobes until her eyes focused on the bi-color optics of Felicien. She was not sure how to respond to him without getting all depressed once again, and it embarrassed her once she did it the first time.

"They have not shown their faces. I do miss them, but they have their own lives and I cannot stop them from making their own decisions," she explained and gave a small sigh, looking upward as the wind blew past her face, hitting her scarred eye and her torn ear, for the wind felt good and relaxing upon the torn flesh and fur. The smells of the flowers surrounded her nostrils, remembering the flowers that her mother had shown her, and even told her about healing using the flowers and other plants that surrounded the area.