you can run but you can't hide
breath on your skin, I've arrived
She had meant to be long gone already, but it seems that when one lives a life as tangled as hers had been, there is always just one more thing. First the raven queen had fallen (satisfying what lingering sense of justice she had left), then the birth of her grandson had left her daughter in a state of limbo. A state Heartfire had not been content to leave her in. But she had finally woken. Then the darkness had come.
It had not taken her long to determine that there is nothing her presence here could provide in either safety or effectiveness against it. This is so far beyond her that it would be laughably arrogant of her to imagine that her presence or lack thereof would prove in any way useful. And so she would take her leave, as she should have done months ago (though, truth be told, it hardly mattered in the grand scheme of things).
But her path is not a straight one. Not today, of all days. Not when the memories on this island may aid her in her search (in all likelihood, they would not, but even now she struggles to admit to any sentiment). For a moment she wades through the past - the troubled birth of her youngest twins, the audience she had been loathe to show weakness before even in her delirium, the fear and anger of their father. The moments afterward, where it had become increasingly clear he had somehow stolen her affection.
She closes her eyes then simply breathing in the scent of sand and salt. After a time, she opens them before moving towards the gentle waves (so very different from the cold, wild ones of Nerine). She realizes almost immediately that she is not alone here. Feet stilling, she eyes her unexpected companion, able to see with relative clarity even in the dark.
Gale. She would recognize him anywhere though they had only met once. Long ago, when he was still a child. She doubts he remembers, but she would never forget.
She is not certain he had noticed her. If he had not, she makes no move to draw his attention. Though she had always kept an eye on the many offspring Wolfbane had produced, she had long ago learned it is far better if they do not know her. A life involving her is rarely a peaceful one. And for all her other faults, she cares enough that she would not wish to force such a life upon them.
heartfire
@[Gale]