Fal'dara was home and she had to admit that she was more than pleased. this was where she had grown up (albeit the last few months) the child stood, still particularly dainty, and watched with fervor the passing of the clouds overhead. They were son delicate and clean and she couldn't wait for her maman's touch and the acceptance back to Ludicael so that she could spend countless hours gazing above and laying in fields. Home was so pleasant. Even more so than the clouds overhead though, she wanted to look at her mothers smiling face. Even though copious questioning was
Something She felt were inevitable. Soon she would know, though, because on the horizon was Song coming towards her and doing so with relief and happiness plainly written across her face. ?
? "I'm home, momma. And I'm staying. I missed you!" there was the ability for the girl to understand that she had been missed, however, there was naivety in the fact Fal'dara wouldn't really comprehend any kind of pain inflicted. Pain was foreign to her. Her momma's touch was sweet and warm and Fal'Dara took along moment to simply breathe her in, "where is everyone? Dad? And my brothers and sisters? Are they hiding?" her voice was light and smooth and the pitch of her voice was clean and girlish. She pulled back a bit and stared up at her mother and watched we adoringly with full, questioning, eyes.?
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