WHEN WE WERE LOVERS → joiner

[Simon F.M.]

｢  H U R R Y  U P !  T H E  S U N  I S  G O I N G  D O W N !  ｣

ENGAGED
POLAR BEAR
OFFICER
TYPHOON
BIOGRAPHY

Diya was happy within the Typhoon, to say the least. Despite the occasional burst of wanderlust, the rare craving to see new things, she was content. She missed her family, with all of her heart, missed her mother and her siblings. But, despite this, she had a new family. Not replacements, an extension. Adoptive, like Michael, Goldie, or Vayne. Her own biological children, and her soon-to-be wife. All the family surrounding her made it easier to cope with the hole left in her chest.

It wasn't uncommon for the bear to be seen traversing the territory, working, and planning. She'd been spending some of her time getting the forge up and running again, tainting her paws a grey with soot and ash. Occasionally it would rub off into the sand, leaving the ghost of grey paw prints in her wake. By the time the sound of the bell reached rounded ear, the trail had faded, no trace left as she moved towards the bell.

Her steps faltered, stumbling, as she laid eyes on who sat settled at the border. Her form shifted, shrinking until feline took place of ursidae. She shifted past Deldrach and Vayne, tail brushing along the younger's spine in greeting but no attention payed in specific. Light blue eyes scanned the written words for only a moment, grabbing the info needed to confirm her thoughts. She moved closer, uncaring as paws marred carefully written words. "Harland..." she said softly as if seeking one last confirmation.

The closeness gave her the confirmation she needed. Was it a hint of mountain chill that lingered in both their scent, despite long abandoning the star-founded group that once housed them, or perhaps a lingering bond that strengthened the moment they grew near? Either way, she pushed forward, a smile growing on her face as she once again murmured his name. The heavily scarred feline pressed her face against his shoulder in a joyful greeting before stepping back to give him space.

Her gaze shifted to the words she stood over, letters spotted or missing but the message still clear. A wanting to join, which had already been confirmed by Vayne. "I'm so glad you're here," she says as tears brimmed in her eyes, moving another step back to make it easier to look him in the eye. She itched to wrap paws around him, to hold him and never let him go, the urge clear in how she shifted her weight, bouncing on her paws. "Oh, Harland, I have so much to tell you!"