we all survive in our own little ways

He certainly didn’t seem surprised at her rank, but if he spent any amount of time in the west he likely ran into Aurielle, their neighbor. Belle still couldn’t decide if she liked them or not, but the thought didn’t even cross her mind as she continued forward. Her ivory tail twitched in nervous anticipation, as though she waited on the other shoe to drop. Her ears swiveled back as the sound of dragging ceased, her attention was swiftly turned in his direction as he addressed her.

She forced her mind to the description he gave her, and came up with no faced to match his description. She shook her head in the negative. ”No, that description is not familiar. Maybe she attended Valhalla’s festival.” As the words left her mouth she knew she had made a mistake. One of her happiest moments had been arriving at the festival with her children and Archon at her side.

Deathbelle did her best to quickly turn from Hemlock as her eyes filled with tears again and she lost her breath. ”I’m sorry,” she croaked away from him, feigning another sweep of the area. She grit her teeth as the pain swept over her again. Archon was gone, and everytime the fact repeated in her head she wanted to cry out to the sky that it wasn’t fair. She deserved him back, he wanted to be here to raise their family, and he’d been stolen from them. A whine left her lips involuntarily and Belle’s delicate paws carried her forward again.