re̛t̨ur͏n? [✦] w͢aiti̴ng̀ f͜o̷r̀ ̕love͘

[suvi.]

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— s͢uv̷i͡ ̷k̛iir͜a ó f͞a҉olá҉in | t̢àn̢glewo̧o̷̢d̷͢ | medic —

Happy.  He's so happy.  What had she done to make him... So happy?  Brows sharply crease, one startled paw seeming to disappear.  Corporal, non-corporal.  Hues striking as autumn and winter flicker, surprised and uncertain, but hopeful.  Raziel. Da.  The vixen found herself tongue-tied; an unfortunate matter when she remembered quite firmly she could speak.  They don't know that. They don't remember you like this.

But he's happy.  He's smiling.  Da was looking for me.  Her fur shimmered and changed, casting a shy glow.  Hope.  Recollections of the love of family, pushing past bitter and hurtful memories of loneliness that did not belong to Suvi.  The faintest trace of a smile.

Before she answers, there's more movement and she hopes, but the sea-green eyes belong to another member of her kin.  Uncle Seamus.  The tricky twin, but an uncle nonetheless and her teeth chew the inside of her cheek as he speaks, searching for some friendliness from his as well, although he seems more inclined to taunt.

"..." 'Don't you know how to speak, kid?' "..." No, I'm scared, and perhaps it showed.  I want da.

It's the flutter of wings that draw her out of the panic.  Dark feathers and the familiar deafening CAW.  Sudden as the bird's appearance was, the youth flinched, nearly jumping out of her skin.  The raven swooped down to just a few paw steps away, some small book clenched in his talons, though she did not notice.  "..." Fiachra.  "F... Fee..." You can talk. "Fee.." Why did you choose such a complicated name? "Fe-fee-akh-ra."

"Fi-Fiachra." There.  She bounced on her paws, ears flattened.  "I... I... … C-can so-someone... F-find da?"  I'm okay.  Not okay.  Okay.  I don't know.

— T͏O̴G͠ETH͏ER̕ ÁT̴ ̸T̕H̶E ST͏ART̶ O͏F̀ ̵TI̡M͏E —