anyone;

[Shiya]

Deep down all you want is love
The pure kind we all dream of

Shiya doesn’t acknowledge the girl, not at first. Her initial span of attention gropes desperately for Vulgaris, but he has seemingly slipped away from the Pampas to seek others. Deep in her gut, she knows. Leliana is out there with their daughter and unborn child; it was only a matter of time before he melted into the shadows and discovered her whereabouts. Bristling, Shiya forces herself to eventually look away from the hazy border of the land to finally see, and recognize, Noah. While the name escapes her, the scent and picturesque face are beacons in her memory.

And despite her disinterest in conversation, Shiya forces a jagged smile to stretch across her lips and soften the ridges of her face. It could be a distraction, if nothing else – a preventative restricting her from finding Vulgaris and ripping apart the threads of his and Leliana’s love.

For a fleeting moment, she considers letting him once again slip through her fingers, but then she catches herself and reconsiders.

Tilting her chin upward, she succumbs to having company and pushes Vulgaris, temporarily, to the back of her mind. ”Shiya,” she offers in a drawling tone while turning to face Noah. A moment’s hesitation enables her to grip and consider the congratulatory statement. She should be excited, dancing on Cloud 9 and shouting to the sky, but she is weighed by her worries of a crumbling family. ”Oh yes,” she lies with the sweetest of voices, concealing all ounces of malevolence that has inflicted her as of late. Innocence, she tells herself, play ignorant. ”The child is my utmost concern. I can only hope to protect it from this plague.” Of course it will survive – it has strong bloodlines and its mother is immune. What a beautiful thing.

Breathing in a lungful of air, Shiya immerses herself in what may very well be her home for the next few months until all of this has subsided.

A home. What an odd prospect.

With a brow lifting underneath her forelock, Shiya’s reptilian gaze levels with Noah. ”Are you from Loess?” She pauses, connecting the pieces quickly together. ”I know you weren’t one to scramble for refuge – why would you when you are immune as well?” There is a motive to her presence here, among a pack of wolves. Shiya considers the options, but says nothing more as her eyes flicker between the hills and Noah.


SHIYA

But we cannot escape the past,
so you and I will never last

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@[Noah]