Coming Home

There were many strands of her family that seemed to be lost to the winds, some of them more recently lost than others. Merrick gone with his mate to return to his life of voyaging for a time, Poe and Naraca gone on their own way as well, her aunt here so briefly before vanishing once more. Still, there was no one that had left her life that she thought about more often than her niece. Nirvana had been her daughter in every sense besides blood, though she had never tried to claim the title. She owed it to her sister to have her live on in Nirvana's mind as her mother, but Manea had proudly taken up the mantle of the girl's aunt and had raised her as her own. She wondered about her niece often and now as she started to feel the symptoms and effects of carrying her third litter she thought about her again, wondering how she was doing now and if she was getting on alright in the world on her own.

As if fate was reading her mind, a call from a familiar voice caught her ears and made her head pop up with surprise across her features. A grin quickly followed and she left her work to hurry toward the border to greet the very topic of her thoughts. It was a quick trip across the land bridge that connected the island to the main land and she cut across to the area around Firefly Lake. That's where she found the albino girl that had grown into a beautiful woman. It felt like just yesterday she was traveling with a very young Nirvana as they tried to find a home for themselves. That's how she had ended up finding Alastor and that had set the direction for the rest of her life. "Nirvana!" she called happily with a wide grin as she got closer, her tail wagging gently behind her. Without hesitation she came up to embrace her niece, giving her a warm squeeze before she took a step back to look her over. "You look well," she praised, clearly relieved to see her healthy and well. "It's been far too long, my darling. How have you been?"

"Manea Mendacium"