Not Afraid of Ghosts Anymore

*Svetlana* · 10-14-2014, 11:13 PM

She was not far. No... this time Svetlana refused to stray far from her mother's side. They were making their way... they would return to Ebony someday... someday soon. Slowly Svetlana was recovering... finding her hope and strength returning. But she lurked, lingered behind her mother. The girl spoke to Korrin in quiet tones, seeking comfort and advice from the companion who stuck by her through it all. Korrin had a faith, a loyalty, unwavering... even when Svetlana seemed to lose it all. The polar fox helped her through it all... helped her find her mother... and... in that action... helped both femmes find a vital part of their sanity.

The power of their stewards was not to underestimated at all. For though they were much smaller they showed just how great their species was. Both of the younger women held high respect of Koros. The Xanilov line was certainly a strange thing, wasn't it? But many families were like that in the end -- unbreakable as long as they had each other.

Svetlana would lift her head, seeing the form of another approach her mother. Ears would flick back, a worried growl building in her throat. Fear of something happening at this point before all was mended, and truthfully after, made the girl wonder. She wouldn't think -- just run towards them. But Svet would slow once she was close enough to see his face markings. What... in the world? She knew those marks... they... they were upon her own face and her mother's. The girl would frown, slowing as her companion bounded up next to her. Korrin would analyze the male curiously. But it was Raisa who was addressed. Would she find words? Or still be lost in silence? If it was the latter, well... they were there to help her.

"Hear Me Talk,"
"Listen To Korrin,"
'Read My Thoughts.'

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