porcelain dreams

As the howl finished the babe's cheeks were damp with fresh tears. Baby blue eyes stung as they flashed open to take in the heavens above. Banshee stood in silence witht he wind whirling around her. Each star was brighter then the next but with more tears forming within her eyes they seemed to get muddled. She blinked away the liquid as her head lowered and she focused on her breathing. The sound of her own heart beating blared within her ears but seemed to soften as she gained control of herself once again. Pain still stung her core and scratched at her but getting out the pent up emotion seemed to help. For now.

With a foggy mind Banshee's reaction to the sound of pad falls was delayed. Before she could to turn to look the onyx beast was on her. Those sore blue eyes took in the sight of the only Wolf that could possibly make her feel better. Iroh stood at her side with concern leering through his own deep pools. Ban's heart fluttered slightly as he grew closer and she instantly moved to stick her muzzle into the thick of his scruff. "My father returned." She couldn't remember if she had ever mentioned anything about her issues with Hannibal. But, perhaps the kind boy would get his fill today. - With her head still nestled within his fur she continued on with raspy and emotion pumped vocals, "He was meant to be dead, Iroh." Sirius had implied that he would be gone for good. "I do not want to go home." An impulsive statement but riddled with temporary truth. Ban wouldn't want to go home anytime soon. But, in a few days she would have to return to her duties.