The more time that passed, unknown as to whether or not Tahlia had safely delivered her children, unknown to how any of her adopted family was doing, the woman felt a deep sense of emptiness within her heart. The pawsteps she took were slow, leading her through the territory though not necessarily at a fully aware state. Her head was lowered, her crimson rimmed white orb focused upon the ground. The Queen would let out such a soft sigh, ears lowered as she moved in what she believed to be one of the less visited areas of Seracia.
Through her travels in the area she had noticed that many herbs grew in the area. Useful for those that were healers to be sure... meaning if she would run into anyone here it was more likely to be Arian, the young fae she re-accepted as a priest of their pack. She hadn't seen Loccian in some time. She both hoped that the other woman was doing well and, at the same time, wasn't sure if she could face her right now. The rules she had agreed on... had she had any idea they would have brought Tahlia and the children a fate of leaving Seracia would she had taken alphaship? Would she had stayed?
A sigh would leave Des' lips. The woman still made sure to eat, even if she was forcing herself to do so. Depressed or not she couldn't afford to lose too much strength... and... she had the feeling... a dark feeling in her gut that something was going to happen. The woman would press on, passing within Arian's line of sight though not looking to her. The woman, in her mind, was alone. In the end, though she was of a lighter path now, no longer murdering victims, she had no true family. She was aging... ever aging. When winter came around once more she would be six years old... six years old with no mate or living children. A pang would strike her chest. She missed Dillinger. How she missed him.
"Speech",'Thought.'
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