buttermilk lilacs

It seemed she'd toured all of Alacratia lately as she roamed about to visit each pack. Now her footsteps brought her past a familiar landmark, and she couldn't help but stop there as memory drew her like the touch of the gods. This was the place her older sister had lain trapped for long days after the earthquake. Here where she'd come across her, valiantly - or stubbornly - removing her own leg to free herself. Katja studied the area impassively, replaying the scene in her mind, until a sound further toward the volcano's glowing top attracted her attention. Slinking toward it, catlike, she came upon a cream-and-gold girl. "This doesn't seem quite the place for you," she observed coolly, taking in the girl's delicate demeanor. "What are you doing?"

I won't be ignored

Time won't heal this damage anymore