Taken

She had long been convinced that her sister was alive, and though it occurred to her that Ardhel would not want to see her at all, she reveled in the fact. So on this slightly overcast Spring day, Zajia decided to track her down. It had taken a few days to pick up on her scent, but the silver woman finally found a faint trace and had tracked it to this shore.
Amethyst auds looked lazily across the water to a small island. Hadnt Ardhel disliked water? Oh yes, she remembered now, she had never paid attention to what the runt did and didn't like. Well, she thought, if she was ever to make the girl feel bad enough to leave Alacritis, she would have to start somewhere. Zajia sighed and put a paw into the water, hating the cold stickiness of it. It would just have to do.
Without a second thought she launched herself into the surf and was satisfied to find that the water was truly not very deep at all. It was an easy swim and she soon found herself on the shore of the small isle.
Zajia took a moment to shake herself of the wretched water before taking in a long draw of air for her scent. A grin spread wide across her face and her violet orbs filled with satisfaction. She was here.