A Tear In Space

"Hopefully you aren't planning on joining that rock," a voice would sound from behind the yearling. "What a waste that would be." Scylla had just come from visiting her father. His condition was worsening, though he didn't let many see it. Even Scylla couldn't figure out how to break up the nasty, black mess within his lungs. His wife was trying her best, but it seemed as though nothing that they tried even made a dent so far. There was a fair possibility that Chimera would actually die this time.

Having left Elysium, Scylla picked her way across the land. She wouldn't stay in that place. Not even over night. The thought of running into Saracyn or being approached by a child that didn't know she was it's true mother... it just left a yucky feeling within the slate and cream fae. It was a good thing that she'd left, too. Who knows what the girl would have done had she not been intercepted?

The breeze blowing up from the cliffside brought the girl's scent to Scylla's nose. One of her father's children, she recognized. A younger sister. Haunches folded and Scylla seated herself, long tail curling all the way around her body and then some. "Why don't you tell me your name and what's bothering you? Family should help family, after all."

"Scylla"