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For a time, she had fallen silence, and let the winds speak for her to an extent. She said nothing else as she let her explanation sink in whilst she calming wisps of winter’s wind addressed that she had nothing more to say on the matter. She had given her insight into the ways of her home, and to some extent offered information that was unprovoked. But speaking of the Nomads was never an effortless task. Always when thinking of her family she was left with a gaping void in her heart that longed for the recognition of her like spirited familiars again. How the ancestors knew she missed them…

Saul’s words stirred her from the loneliness and compelled her to listen to his tale… the life he had within de Mai, his family, and of course Saluce. His struggle with abandonment did not go unheeded and helped her better understand how this bond between father and son was forged. Relatable to a fault but only just so. While she was placed within a family to grow and prosper within, this boy strove to find his niche within one to fulfill his need for a family. What better place to hope for a family than here within Ichika.

His words began to fall silent and a glimmer akin to sadness touched his eyes drawing the woman’s attention away from herself to him. Careful not to disturb her companion still feasting on his rewarded jaw, she pushed herself up from the snow to stand firmly on all four once more. The snow clung in generous clumps to her belly but she cared little as she peered down at the boy vulnerable to delve down into sadness. Sadness, loss was not becoming of his handsome face and she conveyed such an opinion with a determined rasp to his muzzle in an effort to coax his expression to change. While this was not the family he had known it to be, the one he longed for, it was still one worth his endearments as to those that were graciously offered to him. While her own reservations for taking a fully grown male as a surrogate were duly (if not subtly) noted, it was apparent that Saluce had none and it was none by the boy. At least that could be his start towards this new family, if not to replace his old but to build upon it. All she wanted for him now was to not give in to the longing of memory.


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