Could we make this the night of Dec 1..? I know you referenced daytime in your post, but I don't mind if you don't feel like editing. xD Timeline junk. Is ok? :o
The sable woman had emerged from the mansion the cat and all the things she wanted to take, and now she was headed back for Larkspur... and back for a new life, she supposed. Her chartreuse-shaded eyes did not turn to gaze back at the mansion -- she had been hurt in there just the same as every other place. Some part of her knew she was at fault for killing Halo's rat, but the larger part of her denied blame and claimed provocation. There was no sense in the shadow-furred canine at times, but perhaps this was not her fault, either. She had no solid ground upon which to stand -- her life had been ripped from underneath her a year ago, and she had found no stable place here in Inferni. Maybe it was with Larkspur.
The hybrid's thoughts consumed her, almost to the point that she did not smell Sepirah's scent nearby until it was almost too late. Freezing mid-step, the woman peered around the forest, narrowed chartreuse eyes trying in vain to pick her half-niece's form from the dark forest around her. Itzcitla shifted in her arms, shivering with the cold, and the woman held him closer, walking forward cautiously again. She did not yet see Sepirah, and she had to keep going -- some part of her feared Larkspur would not wait forever.
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