Moving In

Her fathers words reached her ears just as her sister approached. The russet girl would bare her own teeth towards her sister, eyes narrowing only a fraction. As her sister spoke to the woman, it was apparent that the trespasser wanted nothing to do but leave. Now if the child would step aside. Before her anger had a chance to spark, a familiar scent would taunt her nostrils, daring her to believe it was true. She would turn, ignoring the still trespassing woman, blue and silver pools would fall upon the form of that who could only be her mother.

Surprise pulled her brows up and then down, crown tilting slightly to the left. She had not seen her mother since the day they all joined Valhalla. The woman could hardly be considered a mother, after all she took no part in raising them, leaving them under the chaotic care of their father. "Mother?" Words were hushed, she took a few slow steps forward, uncertain. Was her mother here to stay? Or would she vanish again?