Obsidian paws carried her through the territory. She had not been in the new, re-formed ebony for long, so she did not know many people. The fact that she had spent her years within the confines of the old Ebony meant that it always seemed like she was back in the old court. Drowning, struggling to break the surface and take a gulp of air. Like you could never trust anybody, she had lost that trait a little, bit a shred of it still lingered. The court had been a nightmare, you never knew who was plotting against who, well they certainly knew when all people who were loyal to the Xanilov line were executed. Well not all of them. She smiled for the first time since being reunited with her friend. The woman she served. She had missed her and she was glad that she had found her. She would keep telling herself if she did not find her soon, that she would give up and get on with her life. But she knew, deep down, that she would never give up on Rasia.
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