safe and sound --- visitor

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— s͢uv̷i͡ ̷k̛iir͜a ó f͞a҉olá҉in | t̢àn̢glewo̧o̷̢d̷͢, t̶h̨e̵ ҉ty͝p̵ho͞on͞ | medic —

If the petite vixen had spent time avoiding others before, she certainly was now.  Tenfold even.  Distancing herself from the town itself, rather than simply hiding away in the solitude of the library.  The yelling, the scorn... She wondered if she spend a few extra days in the Typhoon during her next visit.  To clear her head.  To find faces without anger or hatred in their eyes.

When she heard a familiar voice drifting from the border, she nearly spun on her heel.  She didn't feel like talking (I don't talk).  As it mixed with Wormwood's, she felt even more determined to turn tail.  She stood in place instead, out of sight, uncertain.  Her stomach felt twisted.  Ill.  But that voice... A voice of family.

She doesn't know why there's tears running down her cheek, but even through blurred vision she recognizes Conrí.  Elysium?  He's been so close?  "C-Conrí?"  Dearthair.  I҉̵̕s̕ ͡͡t̴̵̨h͢a̕͟t̛ ̷ŗįg͟ht̨͘?̵  "… Conrí?"  She sniffed softly, moving past Wormwood to practically ram herself into her brother, burying her face in his chest.  A safe place.  The first in such a long time.

— T͏O̴G͠ETH͏ER̕ ÁT̴ ̸T̕H̶E ST͏ART̶ O͏F̀ ̵TI̡M͏E —