Never a villain in your own story

Deluge would not travel this far in search of Dread. No, her mother had been this way and now she was covering off with a second sweep. Leaving Rip and Tempest among the gaggle of youngsters was easy enough when their sister was missing. Mercy had been different from the start, all fire and ash. When and how she had wandered off was a mystery to Deluge, but she planned to search and question. To see if any knew of her wayward daughter's whereabouts, or if perhaps she had been claimed by the sea.

Logic told her to start in the north and sweep southward while her brother scoured the southern continent. Kenway might be a few cents short of a dollar, but she trusted him to put his all into finding his missing niece. They were both seeking out their wayward siblings young and old in the process.

Slung bottles clinking like bells in her wake she made her way into the Armada market, travel-weary and shaky-limbed. It had been too long since she had done such a journey and it showed. She still had a few kilos to catch up with where she should be. Thankfully there were no shortage of snack vendors set up between the stalls. Deluge moved to purchase herself something to get her through the next leg then went in search of somewhere to eat it. She imagined they would have marked her by now. It was only a matter of time.

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