The world is what we make it

Ballad watched as the black white marked girl closed the distance between them. The fanged she wolf breathed in Eris’ scent and tried to open her mind. She wanted to remember, she didn’t want to feel lost anymore. She craved deeply her lost knowledge and memories. ”Oh, sister, I am so sorry." Ballad felt herself leaning into the other girl’s touch, finding easy comfort there. Ember marked ears perked towards the woman’s words. She kept her memories, she was the key to unlocking what was lost to them. ”Come, lie with me…”

Ballad didn’t hesitate to take her up on her offer, she settled in with her brother and what she was slowly accepting as not a stranger. She was their sister. Ballad settled closer to Lament, her head rested on his hip as her fiery gaze could not be moved from Eris. This was what she had been missing for so long.

She stifled a few soft whines as Eris began, the emotions of finally realizing what she had been missing. What was still reluctant to return. Now she had a start though, she had the legends, she had their creation. Tor had been reunited through Eris. Ballad sighed, finally feeling a peace that had been so cruelly denied her.