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Roza
04-11-2020, 10:44 PM
Meeting her youngest grand daughter and seeing how similar she was to Ganta had felt like meeting a ghost. Being back in Boreas had pulled enough old, buried memories to the surface as it was, but seeing that his appearance had been passed on to one of his grandchildren only reminded her of the loss that still hadn’t quite healed. Years had passed and she thought that she had moved on, but now she was beginning to realize that she had only buried those emotions deep down until it was possible for her to ignore them. Now she was forced to face them again and she still had no idea where to begin.
She rounded a corner past a collection of barely standing ruins, and her blue gaze landed on a solid white young woman standing several feet away. She could only see the other wolf from the back, but at least from where she was standing she couldn’t see any features that made her recognize her. The only thing that made her pause instead of slipping away before she was noticed was the oddly familiar notes in her scent. It wasn’t something she could quite place, but it was enough to make her wonder. Roza was pushed forward by her own curiosity and padded over to the woman, making sure to approach in a way that she would be seen and not startle her.
”Hello,” she greeted politely, leaving a comfortable distance between the two of them. ”Sorry to bother you, I just haven’t met anyone else since we got to Auster so I figured I’d take the chance to socialize. I’m Roza.”
