Learning One's Heartland [Isara/Valhalla]

She’d been on her way to her patrol route when her son’s song reached her ears, bringing a serene smile to her glowing white features as she altered her path to see what had kept her son so long on his trip to speak with Theory.

Retirement suited her better than she could have thought possible. The tower on the hill was coming along – slowly, but steadily – and while she doubted that she would be alive to see it completed, she might be able to see it in her descendant’s dreams in Somnium someday.

In the dark of the night, the first anyone was likely to see of the former queen was a halo of light, enhanced by the frozen mists of the moorland. When she stepped through the last veil of fog, she found not just her son, but a tall albino man and a small, cream patched girl.

Her eyes flicked over Torben with a touch of sad wistfulness. His markings were far different, his tail docked, but the albino coloring put her in mind of Nolan, and what should have been.

She’d caught his name, and added her own greeting to her son, stepping up to press a maternal kiss on the tall king’s cheek before smiling at the girl, long-haired tail sweeping in a graceful wag before she glanced up at her son, teasing, “So this is what kept you so long on your tour. I was beginning to wonder.”

She shifted to face the girl, though left room to aim the words to Torben, head dipping in a brief greeting as she introduced, “I am Aurielle. Welcome to Valhalla.”

A soft hu-hm from her son brought her eyes to the young man’s and she noted his bemused smirk and careful watch of the girl, as though waiting for the yearling to react in some way. Interesting.

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Labhair an Sean-Teanga." ---- "Hear" ---- Think