falling slowly, eyes that know me

She never wanted her night with Iolaire to end, the finality in their actions and words was hard to come to terms with the next morning. Deathbelle didn’t forget what they spoke about though, she would give Hannibal a chance and this wasn’t the end of her and Io. Things would just be different. A heavy sigh left her dark lips as she pressed onward in her patrol the next night, her heart ached to return to the evening before.

Her head swam with the memories of the woman who repaired her heart, and she felt herself smile softly with their comfort. Life went on, doors closed but others opened. Dainty paws carried her around the border of their temporary home, soon they would make the move deeper into Boreas. When the lands were safe from the Volcano's wrath once more.

She sighed softly as herpatrol came to and end, her restless energy still remained however much she walked. To keep herself occupied she’d made her way over the Armada’s territory as well. Her mind was restless as her paws, maybe it was time to find her dear brother. Give him his chance Io thought that she should. At least he would keep her occupied from the healer who could not be hers. Maybe she’d be surprised by the change his broken leg and return brought with them.

Deathbelle changed course, and on soft paws made her way towards the place Hannibal made his den. He wasn’t likely inside, but she didn’t mind waiting for his return either.