The time had come for her to see her family, to explain why she could not talk and was limping. Although it was most likely healed, the ebony female kept it up, afraid to walk on it due to any pain she may feel. Struggling across to an island, she stopped, unsure why she had came to this island first. It hadn't rained much, but that was enough. The scents had been washed away, and she sat heavily, her blue eyes narrowed in determination to find her mothers and her siblings. But she couldn't, if she didn't know where they were. They had left so suddenly, with no signs of what island they were on. The last she had heard of Fiamette, the woman was the white ghost's little pet; Hestia felt her lips twitching in a snarl at the thought. She herself was nobody's pet, belonging to her and only her. Fiamette had no loyalty to the Sovari family, in her opinion. Hesitantly, Hestia put her once injured paw on the ground, wincing until she felt no pain, the paw healed. With a shake of her head, she glanced at her vampire bat companion as he landed on her shoulder easily. The two said nothing as Hestia began to walk, hoping to find at least one mother on the island. "Speech"

Things had been to quiet recently, the faint murmur of the ocean and the touch of the wind pressing against her lilac fur just didnt cut it, and recently she had lost Vi, perhaps they where just in the wrong places at the wrong time, but it was starting to get lonely. The sun was still up, and Desiree was in need of a stretch and a stroll across the island. With little to no hesitation she would stand, small cranium swivelling side to side to analyse everything around her; but alas it really was a bore. To wake up and see the same things every single day, it really wasn't something to look forward to. If vi was present more then perhaps it would be an entirely different story. Her limbs would carry her; tail flicking idly against her heels. Though, as she carried on walking something quickly caught her eye. And one of familiarity. A smile would pull against rosy lips; happy to see her daughter had come to visit. Though they weren't related by blood, Desiree had been with the Sovari children ever since they where little babes, and she was sure they classed her as family also. As the distance soon closed between them the purple nymph would halt and look her over, already knowing something was wrong. It looked as though she had been fighting, though it seemed like nothing serious had happened, but oh; desiree would be in for a shock. She would smile, gaze soft and yet the hint of worry claimed her. [b] " Hestia... its so good to see you, how are things?"[b/] It was clear to everyone that hestia had a hard time fitting in, always feeling excluded and being left out, and Desiree felt guilt that she couldn't really fix it. Does Hestia hate her for disbanding Covari? does she class the purple lore as a lesser woman?