Psalm was tucked safely in the family den, she and her siblings were quickly outgrowing the den with their father but she had no real desire to leave it just yet. With her sister now better as well her family was finally starting to feel whole again. Her mother didn't really factor into that, it wasn't that she didn't still have some kind of love for her mother but it wasn't as if she'd really been much of a factor in her life since she'd left early... Still, her life seemed to be finally stabilizing. Psalm fell into sleep, her paws running through the lands of Abaven as she raced after a rabbit, her jaws parting, the taste of the rabbit practically on her tongue as she rushed in for the kill and- the world shifted around her, a local she did not recognize suddenly replacing the familiar world and the rabbit simply dropping out of existence. Psalm stopped suddenly, her jaws snapping shut with an audible click and her head shooting up, ears perked and bright blues wide as her brain struggled to understand what had happened. "Speech"

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Aranea was finally free of everything that plagued her. The depression, the sleepless nights. Maybe even how much she felt like a failure. Because she had failed all of her children. She had failed Tyranis, Allegro, and Ulric. But while she was here, she didn't have to worry about that anymore. At least she felt like she never had to face them again. The only thing she missed, was Ulric.

It was noticeable when someone had joined her memory, no one else was here. It was only her. Sometimes it was nothing, like she didn't even exist. That was the most relief she could know. As she approached the girl slowly, she recognized her. Psalm. It had felt like an eternity since she had seen her. Her mind was also kept on other things besides her children in Abaven in the rest of her time alive. She didn't want them in her final moments. She supposed she had what she wanted when her time came, but Ulric hadn't confessed the love he once had for her, though her soul had truly left her body before she could find out.

She said nothing as she closed most the distance between them. Her face was sad as she halted and looked forward at her daughter. Did Psalm know of what happened to her? She doubted. How could she have known.

"Aranea"

Aranea has a british accent. Threads can produce a Depression Trigger. (Ar-en-ay-ah Har-per Lah-or-ee) Scent: Lavender Alignment: Neutral Good Season: Summer Height: 26 inches Home: Somnium - Dead

Slowly she drew in the sights and sounds around her, it was unfamiliar to Psalm but not hostile, she had no sense that anything here was a threat but it somehow was just off enough that she couldn't say she recognized any of it... like a sight she'd never personally seen but that made enough sense she couldn't question it. A scent that was at once familiar and strange reached her and Psalm turned to spot the red marked woman approaching, she slowly blinked light blue eyes, neither of them saying anything as her mother drew up before her silently. The last time she'd seen the woman she'd been smaller than her, small enough to still feel like she could hide behind her father's legs... now as they stood before each other Psalm realized she was nearly the same height, maybe only an inch or two shorter... somehow it made her sad. "Mom?" She finally said, taking a cautious step forward. Somewhere in the back of her mind she knew she was dreaming, but that was all she knew. It was still a pup-like naivete that at the very least drove her to hope that even if it was only a dream she might be able to have something of a relationship with her mother. "Speech"

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Psalm reluctantly moved forward towards her, and she couldn't help but feel the hurt inside of herself. She made her daughter this way, she knew she was to blame for any emotional turmoil inside the young girl or her siblings. She had never really rejected the feelings of guilt, she just didn't want to believe them. She didn't want to think that after Nuada and Rain, that she could ruin her younger kids nearly the same. They never really got to know her. It wasn't their fault, it was her own. She knew that, especially now after everything that had happened.

She took a step forward herself, welcoming Psalm to come into her more only if she wanted to. She didn't know what it would feel like, being dead and all. But she did want to be here for her daughter if she needed her. "Psalm, darling." She spoke softly, probably a strange feeling to her daughter, "I'm here for you if you ever need me. I'm sorry for leaving you, I'm sorry for everything that I haven't done for you." She had told Ulric that she loved him more than her children, and that was true. She had loved Tyranis more than their children too. And when he left her, it only made her into the ruin she was today. She had been desperate to be loved back, but she also wanted to keep her independence and loyalty to her pack which is how she became so detached from Allegro. Which is what had her involved with Ulric to begin with. She had higher priorities than her children which she knew was wrong and devastating to them. But she really couldn't help herself.

"Aranea"

Aranea has a british accent. Threads can produce a Depression Trigger. (Ar-en-ay-ah Har-per Lah-or-ee) Scent: Lavender Alignment: Neutral Good Season: Summer Height: 26 inches Home: Somnium - Dead

For all her mother seemed open Psalm still hesitated. It was like being back at the pack lands when they'd finally seen her after all those months... And then the image of her mother crying on that ridge came back to the young girl's mind and she stepped in her face softening, she sought to dig herself into her mother's pelt, seeking out a comfort she'd always gotten from her father... She wanted to breathe in and smell something familiar, comforting... Faint Lavender, familiar and yet despite the scent's calming quality did not feel comforting the way her father's scent did, sweat the smells of the pack... Psalm pulled back slightly, tipping her head back to look up at the woman, searching her blue gaze. "Why did you go?" She asked, voice cracking and soft as if she didn't want to even be asking. "Were we not enough?" Was I not enough? The question she'd long been to afraid to ask... The fear she had somehow driven her mother from her. "Speech"

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