Somewhere Greener, Somewhere Warmer

She hadn't been able to answer the call of Bacchus, she had been with the girls. They were too young to leave alone, and even though she wanted to see her son. Athena had told her all about it, about how much he had changed. She had been worried about the way he had been acting, about how much more stoic he had been. It was good to hear from him, but at the same time, Athena had been concerned. Naturally it passed to Amalia, there was hardly a single thing that her wife worried about that she didn't as well. But it was good that Bacchus had come to see them. It was one of their lost sons who had come home, if even for a little visit.

So when Vitus' call sounded, Amalia's head snapped up. Was she dreaming? Had she imagined the call just by thinking of Bacchus? Slowly she took a few steps towards the border, and when she ran into Athena's scent trail, she knew it to be true. Her little rabbit tail gave a few shakes as she took a few more tentative steps, before breaking out into a full sprint. As she neared the border she didn't slow, her tiny body slamming into the larger form of her son -- if he hadn't moved. Tears streamed down her russet face as she buried herself into his blue fur, not even bothering to hide the sob that shook her frame. She couldn't even speak, just clung to his form like it was the only thing holding her on the ground.