The Point of Return

*Memento Mori* · 08-14-2022, 04:54 PM

At least it would seem that the feeling of wanting to keep each other around was mutual. Ezra didn't want her slipping through the cracks either, having not really met any family outside of his siblings. Maybe, Meme thought to herself, this could be the start of her learning what family was again. Learning how to interact with kin the way one should. It almost felt as though she’d been in a time warp of sorts, getting older but not learning anything new. It was… scary in a way. To know how far she’d come yet have nothing to show for it. Meeting Ezra had given her a chance, and though some small part of her mind pushed for her own survival first, she knew she didn’t want to ignore that opportunity.

Her gaze followed his motion to the castle in the distance, a whistle leaving her lips. “You stay there? Pretty fancy.” She had never visited a castle before, though she had seen it in passing. It was huge, with solid walls like a cave and yet, at the same time, much different from what she’d heard. Her gaze shifted back to him and she returned his grin. “Maybe I will have toi visit sometime and take you up on that! Wandering is bound to get tiring sooner or later.” Right? Or maybe she’d just want to relax for a time after poking around Auster. She wasn’t sure how Rein and Jacques would respond to being in a castle though.

“My companions would come with me for certain. I think you’d enjoy them… Rein at least.” Meme chuckled softly. “They’ve been like brothers to me. Company when I wasn’t ready to face other wolves.” Memento Mori’s gaze softened. “It’s taken a lot of time to become okay with the idea of interacting with my own kind. Maybe that seems silly… but… I’m still figuring out what I want out of life, and what the best course of action is to get it.” Meme shifted a little on her paws and sighed. “I don’t know if I’d ever really be happy living in a pack, for example. Their rules feel so… rigid… and I’m worried that my beliefs may not align with theirs.” She frowned.

“Yet, in meeting you, I know I’d still be willing to visit. I don’t know what it’s like to be able to rely on your kin the way Uncle UIric wanted me to… but I want to learn how to. I don’t feel alone with Rein and Jacques but I can’t help but feel like something is… missing.” She focused on Ezra again. “Who knows? Maybe The Hallows will be the pack that breaks this mold in my mind and shakes away the wordy I have about packs… or maybe I’ll even find a band or something to join.” She flicked her ears thoughtfully. “At least if I went there I’d have my guide!” She came back around, her tone becoming a bit teasing as she spoke to her younger cousin. There was no reason to make their meeting feel melancholy. This was meant to be a positive moment, and she would shift the focus as needed to keep herself from starting to feel down.

“And maybe, if you’re up for it sometime, we could spar or something too.” She winked at him. “You’ve probably had more practice than I have, being in a pack and all, but don’t expect me to go easy on you!”

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