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Sweet Embrace of Lavender



Actaea

Loner

age
6 Years
gender
Female
gems
103
size
Extra large
build
Light
posts
148
player
Bluetick

Samhain 2022Halloween 2020 - Witches Hut
09-27-2020, 08:31 PM

Actaea Praetor

She had turned her gave back to the purple herb and gently closed her molten gaze as she let her memories surface from the back of her mind. She remembered this herb as being plentiful within their den when they were pups. Life had been so simple then, and the family was all together. She remembered how small she was compared to the rest in her litter, the late bloomer of the bunch. She wasn't much for the rough housing like the rest and instead observed from the distance. She was quiet then, even a bit distant from her siblings which was something she regretted now. Maybe if she had tried harder to be more involved with her siblings then there would be more then just Ignis within her life. Though she knew there was no way of knowing how realistic that thought was. She was in the middle of her early memories when her name was called, ears swiveling towards the source of the voice. It was somewhat familiar, yet somewhat strange all at once. Opening her eyes she turned her head and as her eyes met the matured, yet easily recognizable form she felt a nervous flutter within her stomach.

She never knew what had made him disappear, or for that matter the twins either. She did remember that his scent faded right around the time of their mother's. For once she couldn't keep her well maintained 'poker face' and her brows furrowed in question. She felt unable to speak as she simply stared at him for a few moments, her calculating mind working through everything to process this situation. The healer within her was quick to notice the scars on his form adding to the building bank of questions within her mind. Then her gaze returned to his.

"Casso?" it wasn't a question, she knew who he was but it was almost like she was questioning that he was really here in front of her right now.

Being within the border of Winterfell he had to have met with Uncle already and uncle must have drawn to the conclusion that Casso was nothing like their father. She moved to stand and fully face him, as she stood the once runt of the litter was only an inch shorter then Casso and even slightly slender then him. She didn't have the fine tuned muscles of the fighter, but she had the fine tuned muscles of an active female. She moved a little closer to him before sitting back down, her gaze still locked on his as her mind settled on how to approach all the burning questions festering within her brain. Was mother even still alive? Did he bring her back here? Her questioning look relaxed as she calmed her mind.

"You look well Brother," she stated deciding it was best to take things step by step, work into all the questions slow so not to overwhelm either of them.

"Speech"



Boris the Boar and Lorenzo the opossum are assumed to be with her at all times.

Note: I do not have a reference of her scars yet, please refer to her appearance section of profile to read about them