you'll come back

The party had gone alright, she supposed. The visit went well enough. She met a whole slew of wolves that she had already forgotten. Really, she'd gone because Sirius had asked it of her. Now that her obligation was met, she'd go back to The Hallows for a while. Home or not, she had to at least go back.

The greenery of the gully was comforting and familiar. She'd spent quite a bit of time here in her day. Back before... well... back when she was happy. That seemed like ages ago. She'd lived and died and lived again since then. A little snort of amusement left the emaciated fae as she moved through the plump, green grasses. As she walked, movement in the grass caught her eye. Instinctually, Iolaire leaped much like a fox, landing with her odd little appendages directly on the mouse. The landing snapped its back, killing it instantly. She put the tail between her teeth and stood still, watching for the next rustle or flash of brown fur. By the time she was done, there were three plump mice hanging from her teeth by their tails.

More shifting in the grass pulled Iolaire's attention and she was ready to pounce again, but it wasn't a mouse that her green and gold eyes fell upon. It was a ghost. Those eyes widened as they looked upon the too thin form of the woman that she had once loved. Her mouth dropped open a bit and the trio of mice fell to the ground, forgotten. Io's brows furrowed in sadness at the state of the fae that had always taken such great pride in her appearance. "Oh Deathbelle..." she spoke softly, giving her own unkempt head a shake.