TO CLOSE TO THE SUN

The call hadn't gone unnoticed, much less the fact that there seemed to be family members here in the pines. A home she had once known, for awhile before her unexplained disappearance one day. The wraith once more found her self in the lands her half-brother, Isardis. The Ice King or scourge of the lands, known to take and bed many women in his time. The dame knew his tendency's fairly well, perhaps more then she knew her own. Her disappearance would be one of those traits, but for now such things were shoved aside as those paws took her into the lands once more.

It didn't take long for her to find the gathering, a rather small one never the less. Those ghostly eyes drifted over each face and knew most of these here weren't from their lines. The ghost said nothing, merely she took a seat to the right of everyone, not hiding but she didn't speak either. It was clear she had stumbled into a meeting of some sort and so, the ever patient serpent would wait.