We try as we may

It was still hard to believe that Valhalla was no more. The russet faced woman would part ways with Erani and the others, not quite sure what she wanted to do yet, but she knew that she would do her best to be there for her family. Support - they could still use her support right? Yet how could they depend on her at all after watching her fail them time and time again? The woman didn't feel like they should - it almost felt as if being with them now would put them in more danger than it would harm them. She was Glaciem's target, she was the ass to their jokes - not the rest of what was once Valhalla.

Her feet had taken her to the plains that she did a lot of her growing up. It was also the resting place of her father and her mentor... oh she hoped that they couldn't see her now. Half blind and a mockery of the leadership the two of them carried. They were so strong, held such pride and goodness - where had they gone wrong with her? The ex-alpha expected that she was alone here, she and the spirits, there was no other reason for anyone to come to Vericona... yet she would hear the whisper carried on the wind. Auds would twitch as her senses flickered to life, and she immediately recognized the scent that went with the sound. "Vahva?" She called out to the other female, her good eye trying to find some hint of her through the darkness.

Chrysanthe would follow her trail until she caught sight of the red eyed woman, and although she didn't have it in her to smile, she would gently dip her head toward the other if and when she looked her way. "A fine night to reflect." Her voice was smooth, but somewhat hollow. She had lost everything... but then again so had her once digamma. "I'm sure that she hears you. I know my father hears me - Cairo's grave is here in Vericona." Once she had been told that she was the reason that his heart gave out during her fight with Syrinx... but she knew that her father passed without any influence from she or her siblings. He lived a long life - and a good one.