( none of my dreams come true / washed up )

[Simon F.M.]

Diya's recent months had been busy and packed, up to her ears in kittens that swarmed her paws with every step. Last she'd checked they were all tucked in her home, she'd slipped away to head for the tavern. She wasn't in search of a drink, simply wishing to grab fish from the morning's haul to feed to her family. The tavern she would never reach, it seemed, though she may continue that path later.

Her eyes landed on boat moored on the sands of the beach, not recognizing the ship. It wasn't she had seen sailing around the waters that surrounded their island home. Curiosity pulled the snowy feline forward, her gaze taking in the craft. She watched as a small figure lept from the craft, watching their stumbling figure as she slowly approached. A pang, reason unknown, went off in her chest as the newcomer's scent reached her. Familiarity rang like a bell in her mind as she continued forward, ears pinned to her skull in worry. Behind the other she would follow for only a moment, attempting to approach the small feline. As she watched them settle on their haunches, a flash of scar across neck caught her attention.

Suddenly, memories flooded the alabaster colored vampire as recognition flashed in her eyes. Carely she moved towards him, unsure of herself as she took in ebony fur, gold eyes that pierced her heart like a jagged blade. Hopeful, a name tumbled from her maw, throat constricting. "Harland?" she asked softly, her breath quickening as she attempted to process the sight of a member of her family, maybe even the last. She'd given up hope of stumbling over any remainders, not after word reached her that Warringkingdoms had disappeared and nobody had seen her uncle in months. She would stop before the other, paw lifting to the charm necklace that sat tucked in her fur, protected by thick strands. A reminder of where she came from and what she lost. "Harland is that... is that really you?" she asked, tone hopeful and as if begging for it too be true.