--nightingale

*Solaine* · 08-07-2014, 03:07 PM

the babe?s steps were even, guarded, and somewhat knowing. she had picked up on the scent of her sister just enough to put her in a general vicinity. However, she lacked the skill to perfectly pinpoint her location. Granted, she was not too upset about this. Guinevere would be found and the two would be united. Solaine had left to find news of anything relative to Collision and Soleil. What she had found had been devastating. Truthfully, she wasn?t sure how she had coped thus far. Collision had left on his own terms to find Soleon, their older brother. They never found him, but Collision got sick. Despite their mother?s trials, Collision had gone past the point of recovery and died. Solaine had not expected to even find them, but knowing their parents had died. It saddened her. As it should.

The news would be given to those close to her, naturally. Collision had died at a decent age, just exiting his prime. She guessed that was good. Still, she missed her father. Reluctance had kept her at bay for a few months now, but there was no point in continuing to hide from those that she should have sought comfort in. She needed to tell her sisters that everything was okay. Especially, when they were no longer together. As it turned out, Solaine had found that Valhalla had fallen. Azalea's scent was registered different from Guin's and though Solaine loved both, she felt a pull to her littermate. She would have time to seek Azalea out later. She owed her sister that much. Or did she?

In the grand scheme of things she didn't particularly owe her sister anything, but they were family. Azalea likely didn't mind too much for the whole Adravendi thing, but it was the only calling Solaine knew of. She was still so young. She could not be blamed, or really helped, her universe was a little more difficult. The only thing that had come of her youth in the world and her travels was the obvious things--she was more knowledgeable than most children her age.

night was beginning to creep up on her, and while she could admit she was uncomfortable being out on her own so late, it had sort of become traditional. She would peer around until she found a decent looking tree and though her stomach growled, it was likely that she wouldn?t be finding any sustenance on her own so late. So, hungry she would tighten her bodice into a ball. Eyes would glitter against the last of the sun on the horizon and she would stare off into the world, examining it, until a point came where she was tired enough to think about truly sleeping.

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