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[raziel]

A lost book began to matter less and less as hours turned to days and his daughter remained unseen.  The child was prone to wander, yes, but she always came back. The massive dire wolf must have scoured the island thrice over.  Maybe more. No sign; she'd just... Disappeared.  Raziel did not believe she'd been taken... Signs of a struggle somewhere within the borders would have surfaced by now... Surely.

So at the sound of voices on the border, the faerie reluctantly began padding forward, sea-green eyes clouded with worry and anxiety.  He did not quite register the words spoken, only that a little fox stood, glowing, with strange eyes and the desire for her 'da'.  That's what Keo calls the twins... Da.

But Suvi doesn't talk. Or she never had before.  A matter he left unspoken; Raziel never pushed the child on it, for he did not know if it was an inability or a simple desire not to.  Suvi. He caught the smell of herbs and... Someplace else.  A group he did not know perhaps.  But he was sure he knew the eyes, differently colored as they were. And the way she glowed... Elijah and Séamus had the right of it.

She looks older... A few moons... Scared too. Why so scared?  "Suvi? A stóirín? Cén fáth a bhfuil eagla ort? Tá sé ceart go leor."

"Tá sé ceart go leor.  Tá mé anseo." He murmured, reaching out to nuzzle her, pulling her close. "What happened?"

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