Moving Forward is Hard

There was a long pause of silence with just the sound of the near by river and falls in the air after she called for Scylla and as the minutes crept by she began to suspect that Scylla truly wouldn't see her. She wouldn't have been all that surprised if her call went unanswered, but it was a thought that hurt more than she expected it would. Scylla had every right to ignore her, but Avacyn had hoped that perhaps they could keep a working relationship if nothing else. She held her patience and continued to wait for a while longer and just as she was about to give up and turn back toward home she saw Scylla's slate and cream frame emerge from the trees.

Avacyn stood to greet her and only retuned to her haunches as Scylla sat across from her, the two of them divided by the pack's border. "Scylla," she replied in kind with a small dip of her head, though more formal and less obviously teasing than Scylla's greeting had been. As Scylla questioned her about why she was here Avacyn replied, "I heard that you had taken Valta and made a pack for yourself... I wanted to see if it was true for myself and congratulate you, I suppose." The details of how Scylla had come to acquire the pack were less known to her, but one way or another she had found herself in power and from what she had seen it seemed like many of Valta's members had stayed so she had to assume it wasn't by some kind of twisted means like The Syndicate's formation had been.

There was a pause as she glanced toward the ground for a moment before she brought her gaze back to Scylla's and added with a little more softness to her tone, "Whether or not you believe it, I was worried about you, so it's good to see you doing well for yourself." She didn't know if Scylla would accept her congratulations and well wishes or if she'd laugh in her face, but either way she could at least say that she made an attempt to start mending some kind of bridge between them. She didn't expect them to be close or even friends if Scylla didn't wish it, but she hoped they could at least be cordial. Perhaps even that was too much to hope for.

"Avacyn Medacium"