'Until you told them you were leaving...' He probably didn't mean it that way but the words struck a chord within her and she felt a whole new level of guilt. It was true, the girls loved her dearly, and everything had been fine until she decided to go on the stupid trip. Was it her fault that Juliet was missing now? She whimpered in grief, her eyes falling to stare blankly at the ground. The mare was wandering farther off but Orin didn't notice, she'd completely forgotten about Spot. She was a docile little thing anyway and probably wouldn't meander too far.
“Thank god, at least Titania is safe,” she muttered heartlessly as she wrung her hands together.
“Flowers... flowers...” There could be something to that, she thought as she stood there murmuring softly to herself. Juliet loved flowers and might have gone in search of something special. Or if that's not what drew her away it might at least have been a distraction to the girl. “Are there any flower fields other than our own?” There had to be but Orin didn't know where.
“Come on, we've got to get a move on,” she grabbed Shawchert's hand and started to try to pull the man away, stepping purposefully in the direction of Thornbury. That was the most likely place to find the bulk of their pack mates, and hopefully Skye most importantly. The Capitana would be able to help them spread the word about their missing child the quickest.
In her haste she didn't notice the boy there and just about killed herself tripping over him. Well, tripping near him anyway, since he might have seen her coming and could have easily moved. She yelped as she stubbed her toe and looked down at the earthen boy. “Hey, who are you?” She thought from his appearance that he was probably one of her pack. Might as well start the word early. “Do you know my daughter? She's about this high,” she held her hand out, “with a cream and white pelt, her name is Juliet. Have you seen her?” She spoke frantically, trying to get the word across, awaiting the boy's 'no' so she could rush off into town with Shawchert.
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