BUT YOU WON'T REACH FOR ANY HANDS // Diya

[Simon F.M.]

Between things with Goldie, and her raising her own children, a lot of things had gone under her nose, events she hadn't seen herself. She hadn't been present for Vayne's return but, it didn't take long for word to reach the Privateer. She'd made it a mission of hers to check on the small child, aware that she was only slightly older than the vampire's own children.

She couldn't help the rage in her chest as she thought of Aphra, of how the other snowy feline had claimed to be a better mother. Yet, which of them had abandoned her children, allowed them to suffer in such a way? Vayne needed someone to look over her, of that she was certain. The typhoon could band together, find someone to take care of the little one. A thought cropped up in the back of her mind, one she would tap down until she could speak with Roxanne later that night.

She would approach the Cipher house, muzzle wringing as she looked upon its disrepair. Hopefully, Vayne wouldn't want to remain here. It wouldn't be good for someone her age. Her claws scraped lightly against the wood as she approached, a paw lifting to rasp against the door. She winced as it simply swung open, eyes moving across the abandoned cabin to the foxgloves that sat wilted. Keeping something so deadly around children, who often at a young age will eat anything they can get their hands on? It was sickening for her to think about. Instead, she looked to the bag of shells sat by the door, curiosity rising.

Was the kitten... packing? Where was she intending to go? Shaking her head, her ears pricked until she heard the sound of soft paw steps a floor above. "Vayne, dear, are you here?" she called out softly as she moved further into the house.