Take Me Away

Epiphron had not yet reunited with so many of her children. She worried for them, so badly; knowing somehow they were safe, but wanting to see it with her own eyes. There was no way they could be anything but well & flourishing. They were of the Adravendi blood, after all, and it would take much for them to falter, she was sure of this.

And yet she needed to see for herself. To touch them, to hear their voices, to see how much they had grown. Caeto had already seemed so much a man, even from birth. What would he be like now? Near full-grown, she was sure, and she could only imagine how handsome he would be now. It was these thoughts that kept her going, pushing on through the dark nights and the miles that separated her from everyone she loved.

Caeto's scent in particular was hard to track. Though it was familiar to her, it seemed vague and difficult to discern, until it grew stronger. Here was here, in the steppe, in this foreign place that was littered with strange stones. He had been here so soon, she knew it. The woman would search, nose pressed to the dirt, tracing his scent with fervor that would not fade away. But before she reached him, a sound would call out, the voice of her son that she had not seen in so many seasons. Epiphron felt her heart clench in her chest, bursting with anticipation and joy, and quickly she would begin to move toward his call. The journey was alarmingly short, and she hardly had a moment to give him a good look before she embraced him tightly. "My son," she spoke breathlessly, nuzzling into the boy's fur, amazed at how much he truly had grown.