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Ember's time in Hemlock had been a mixed bag of emotions. In many regards, she was grateful to have been able to provide help to the pack and to forge some new friendships. On the other, Erik's disappearance had left her feeling more than a little scorned. This was the... what, third time he'd done this to her? The Carpathian princess' patience was not infinite, and she was rapidly running out of excuses she could convince herself of. Still, Ember had not chosen to leave once Erik had vanished. She hadn't come to Hemlock just to pursue a romantic interest. She had come to lend aid to Delphi and the pack as a whole, to build camaraderie and goodwill between Hemlock and the Hallows. She would not let a jilted heart turn her away; she was stronger than that.

The raven-furred femme was resting in her guest quarters reading through a book she'd brought with her from the Hallows when the sudden rapping of paws at the entrance of the den caught her by surprise. "Come in," she called out, dog-earing the page she was on before rising to smooth out her fur. Ember's expression brightened when she saw Delphi enter, bowing her head respectfully to the Curator and her newest friend. "Delphi! Of course, I'm all ears!" Even before she spoke, Em could sense the anxious aura pouring off the small fae. Her tight words earned a concerned look from Ember, coming over to join Delphi on the furs that covered the den floor.

"Del, what's wrong?" Ember settled down next to Delphi, worried eyes roving her friend's expression for any hints of what had happened. She shifted a paw closer to Delphi's, offering it to her if the other fae felt the need for touch to confide something in her. There was no question that something had upset the young alpha. The only question was what.

"Ember Carpathius" | "Carpathian"