She was right. Razekiel knew the rumors that these lands brought back faces of the past almost as quickly as they disappeared, and he himself was proof of such a thing. Ahemait was long gone, having left even before he years ago, and still the black-furred coyote had reappeared before she. From his understanding, Samael had become known for dipping in and out as he pleased, always welcomed back with open arms. Natural, of course, for he was the prime example for all the Lykoi, and just briefly Razekiel felt envy brush past. He wanted to be seen so blessedly in his mother's eyes, but never for the same reasons as Samael.
Rikka, Corona. Razekiel had not seen either of them save a few glances at the clan's gatherings, but to his knowledge they were both home at the time. Of course, the hippie had never really gotten to know them, and so they both were little more to him than names. She touched at his face and all was forgotten, the boy breaking into a sweet smile and his tail raising and wagging. A question nagged at the back of his mind, however, and finally he brought forth courage to bring it up. "Where did you go, sunshine?"
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