Nikki's observation of the stubborn moon was cut short when she caught a familiar scent in the air and her scowled deepened when it was not the scent she was hoping for. But by the time the owner of the scent was close enough to see her expression, Nikkal morphed her face into one of passive cordiality. The woman turned to see her niece, Sorine, walking up to her and then brushed her shoulder. Nikkal narrowed her blue and green eyes at the physical contact but did not move away. She had never been one to be warm and soft, even around her family. But since Sorine was the only familiar face here, Nikkal didn't protest. She closed her eyes shut when the question she knew was coming filled the air and her heart gave a painful squeeze in her chest but she pushed the pain aside and kept her face neutral. "It is just me for now. Im hoping Achilleus will make his way here soon." her voice filled the air, not warm but not cold either. Absently Nikkal scanned the tree line were the shore laid just beyond it before returning her gaze to her niece.
"It's nice to see you again, how long have you been here?" Nikkal asked, her voice now a bit less distant as she told the truth. She had not seen her family since the flood destroyed the Amanta lands and everyone scattered. She silently hoped that Sorine had found some other Amanta and had a small stronghold somewhere. Not that she would go to it just yet, she needed to scope it out to make sure none of the traitors to the Old Ways were there and poisoning it just like they did to their ancestral home. A brief flash of hatred burned in her dual colored eyes before she masked her face again. "Do you have any idea why the moon hasn't waned yet? I have been here for a week waiting for my brother and the moon and the stars have only become stranger." Nikkal flicked her black and storm muzzle towards the sky and the strangeness currently going on.
