Invocation
08-10-2015, 09:32 AM
Lærke felt a bit out of the loop, and that settled in her stomach like a stone. The news that her mother was dead had rendered the young fae confused, angry, and trying to reconcile the fact that they'd come so far for naught with the discovery of her aunt. The knowledge that her mother had died well helped but... It was a lot to take in. Rather than take this frustration out on Lyndvarr she'd decided to make herself scarce, checking in from time to time of course, but venting elsewhere. She'd picked her fights, won herself a new set of scars, and returned just in time to find her brother appearing at a congregation of sorts, and at Katja's side. Lynd had mentioned their aunt was leading raids on the surrounding packs, but Lærke had not been of a mind to take much interest. Belatedly she realized it was an opportunity missed, and her mood soured further. She should have been there, fighting at her side, and honoring their gods... She sighed and moved to stand at her brother's side, eyeing the stranger's carefully and with an air of cold reflection. In her brother's ear she murmured, "What'd I miss?" Not that she would admit it aloud, but being reunited with him released some tension from her shoulders. His scent reminded her of easier days, and it helped to flush out a bit of her ire. She nodded to Katja, a small bow of respect, before returning her gaze to the gathering. |