Back to Our Roots

Indigo was nervous. Emersyn could feel it in his energy, see it in his expression and his body language. Their relationship had been strained and damaged, the entire band's relations were held on by tethers that felt like they were fraying. She was doing all she could to keep those strings from breaking irreparably, but sometimes it felt like an impossible task. Duchess had become more and more absent from the group, off doing whatever(and whoever) she wanted, returning only to refuel herself before she went out again. Em had pretty much written her off as a member of the band. The others... Indigo, Begin, Gypsy. They were her family. No matter how much she hurt or how much pain they were all in, she didn't want to let go of what they'd built without a fight. That's who she was—ever the fighter until the bitter end. Indy admitted that he didn't feel as good as he looked, and Em frowned to hear that. She didn't know if the Fatalis man would ever fully heal from his wounds, or if he'd ever be the same wolf that had saved her life over a year ago by that river. A selfish part of her wished he'd just let her die that day, just so that she wouldn't have known the happiness that followed only to feel like she was fighting to keep a hold of it.

"I'm sorry to hear that," she remarked, casting her gaze down and away from the dire wolf. There was a beat of awkward silence between them before Indigo asked how she was doing. "I'm getting better," Em replied, glancing back up to their former leader. "Sometimes I feel like I'm fighting the world, but it gets easier every day." Emersyn rose to her paws and shook out her dusty violet and ashen fur, starting a slow lope across the lush valley, pausing only long enough to cast a glance over her shoulder to Indy. "Take a walk with me?" It wasn't an order; it was a request, an open invitation he could decline if he wished. But Em was tired to feeling angry and hurt, and she thought maybe a walk and talk would be what the two of them needed. She just wanted things to go back to the way things were before the mess. Back when she still thought she might have actually mattered to someone.

"Emersyn"