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— s͢uv̷i͡ ̷k̛iir͜a ó f͞a҉olá҉in | t̢àn̢glewo̧o̷̢d̷͢ | sawbone —

The petite vixen trotted slowly at her father and uncle's sides.  Her unmatched hues seemed tinged with red; a sign she may have been crying at some point, though it was not sad crying per say.  She lost count of the days she'd spent in the cells of the Pitt, holding onto the hope that her father would come for her.  He did.

He certainly came in an unexpected way.  He and her uncle Kian arrived on the border with Aine Ní Broin.  A bargain among cousins, she soon realized.  The idea made her frown, especially when she recalled how much her father seemed upset with it.  Gael seemed furious too, when she thought back to it.  Neither of them, she realized, liked the idea of using their children against each other.

It made sense.  Her father's compassion knew no bounds.  Aine didn't deserve to get involved any drama between the Typhoon and the Pitt.

Though she disapproved the methods, she felt relieved to be away from the Pitt.  She'd grown terribly skinny in her time locked away with little water and less food, and the burn on her flank still hurt where Embry struck her with electricity.  I hadn't meant to attack their heads.  She'd acted on instinct, without conscious control of her abilities.

The memories of it all made her lips tremor.  She pressed closer to her father, deeply inhaling the scent of the ocean breeze.  Home.  One of two.  The familiar sight of tall jungle trees, and the sound of the waves began to relax her, as tension slowly began to fade from her wary body.

She was safe here.

[ [member=1217]raziel[/member] [member=267]Kian.[/member] ]

— T͏O̴G͠ETH͏ER̕ ÁT̴ ̸T̕H̶E ST͏ART̶ O͏F̀ ̵TI̡M͏E —