Her children had disappeared, but this time she had discovered it would not be such an easy task to follow them. It is not often she is truly agitated, but it seems when she is, it is not such an easy thing to mask. They should’ve been safe here. Should’ve been protected. And though it is easy to want to place blame, she knows they would have been no safer in Nerine, or Icicle Isle, or Island Resort.
It’s foolish to think anyone could have protected them from the fairies whims.
So she remains behind, her inability to go to them lending to her agitation. But she distracts herself, and as luck would have it, her grandson is near enough for her to locate with relative ease. She had been intending to find him anyway, without an audience. Much has changed since the last time they had spoken individually.
Autumn is rapidly shifting to winter, bringing with it icy fingers of cold to remind Beqanna’s residents of the winter to come. Reminding her of how rapidly her children have grown. Of how quickly to change from nearly helpless babes to self-sufficiency. She could only hope they have grown enough.
Rounding a small hill, her blue gaze settles on Wolfbane, sharp and clear and far too knowing. Though he is so different, it’s far too easy to see the resemblance to her eldest son in the blue and gold stallion’s features. It still brings a pang to her heart, though she hides it well. She had avenged his death, and that would have to be enough.
“Wolfbane,” she greets as she settles beside him, her gaze focused and steady, belying the turmoil in her breast. Studying him, as though she could read all she needed to know from his face and not his words, she allows the silence to grow. Giving him a chance to speak first.
i see your sins
and i want to set them free
@[Wolfbane]