The Bones of What Was

Ears shifted at the sound of approaching paws. Scylla had dried a little as she lay on the stone but she was still damp. Especially her long tail. Being discovered post-bath didn't bother the young woman. At least she was clean. Mismatched eyes, one brilliant blue and the other dark, smokey grey, watched a larger woman part from the palms and come into view. It was obvious that the fae didn't see Scylla at first and she waited to be noticed. As the woman looked up, her gaze finally falling on Scylla, the speckled fae chuckled, giving her head a slight shake. "No need to apologize," she assured her. "Who would imagine running into someone at this time of night and in such a desolate place?"

Scylla slid gracefully down from the rock and gave her damp coat a shake just for good measure. Once her body stilled, she gave the other woman a once over. It struck Scylla as rather comical that, only a few moons ago, this woman would have been attacked for ending up on this island. Fate twisted in strange ways. She didn't necessarily miss being part of a pack, but she did regret that her father had fallen ill and had lost what he'd fought so hard for.

The slender fae seated herself, sitting as tall as someone her size could while wrapping her lengthy tail around one hip and over her dexterous digits. "Scylla Klein," she gave her name, then, with a slight jerk of her head, indicated the direction of the compound. "I wouldn't go that way if I were you. It's kind of a mess." Understatement.

"Scylla Klein"