Among the Marsh's Song
07-29-2014, 04:44 PM
Walk | Talk | Think It had taken her a little while to realize the absence of her daughter, but as soon as she had her worry had taken over. Leon had been called in to sit with Ashelia and Cador and Ashtoreth herself had taken off in search of the child, desperately scouring the Estuary while trying to balance haste with thoroughness. It was so unlike the girl to simply venture off on her own like this when so often she was happy to play and romp and spend all of her time with her siblings. What had gotten into her? And where had she gotten? The boundaries Ash and her mate had marked had been strict but rather generous for them being the only ones to guard it; why had she seen it fit to step beyond them? She was a nervous mess, gold and purple eyes searching, a frown set over her brow. Her ears were constantly listening, wishing that the birds would quiet their noise so she could hear if her daughter called. But a different sort of voice rose through the air, beckoning, and it was in the opposite direction from which she had set out looking. Quickly she turned and raced off in that direction, covering ground and forest that she had already searched, and set off to venture closer to the howl. Perhaps, for whatever crazy reason she had thought up, Vaishya had come this way. Eventually she caught the girl's scent, and she followed it through the forest until she heard voices. Or rather one voice. It was a male, speaking calmly and rather friendly, to who she had no idea. Vaishya? No one answered whatever the male said. How was she to know? She crept forward cautiously, using her well-honed hunter's skills to get close without being seen or heard. Her eyes strained to find the form of her daughter, and when she did all pretense of hiding was abandoned. "Vaishya!" she called to her daughter, rushing out and to the grey pup's side and stopping only when she stood between her daughter and the man she had barely paid any thought to. Her two-toned eyes scanned over her wide-eyed child's face and body, quickly determining that she was safe, before she turned her head and glanced guardedly at their company. Somehow he looked familiar, though she could not recall from where. He was no Valhallan wolf - she would have recognized them almost immediately - but something about him she could not easily shake. "Do I know you?" she asked, her tone as guarded as her expression. All the while she kept herself between her daughter and the male, protective and defensive and unwilling to take any chances, not when everything rested on her shoulders and depended on what action she took. She would give no opportunity to trouble, and hopefully everything would go safely. |