[/html]"We're getting old,", he said, almost as a reminder to her that years had gone by. A trilling laugh escaped her at the words. Yes, they were certainly getting old. Her crimson eyes focused on him once again, a vague smile passing over her muzzle. "We are, aren't we. And have you brought me nieces and nephews?" she asked, purely in jest. She was attempting to match his cheer, but it was difficult. Their paths had more than likely been significantly different; she was quite positive that he could not have gone through the same troubles as she.
She had all but forgotten the skull that had been brought with her, until Ezekiel gave a nod toward it. Confusion settled in, her eyes turning toward it with only subtle understanding of what it was and why it was there. Take care of that. Oh yes, it had been brought for decoration of the borders. She had almost forgotten its purpose, why she had been so proud to have it and why she had sought it out.
Fluid steps carried her from her brother's side to the wall of skulls that littered the border, warning all trespassers of who resided within that portion of the wastes. Fear us, obey us, and stay far away. Stories played out on each surface, other depictions of artwork pasted carefully on many others. Hands trembling for only a brief moment, she held the wolf's skull out, setting it down atop a small group of others, where it could be seen and serve its purpose. The Lykoi star faced outward, as if to protect the lands from outsiders.
Her smile returned, growing in strength, as she turned back to face Ezekiel. She had accomplished her purpose for the day, and gathered the presence of her brother in the process, leaving her spirits lifted far more than they had been in days before. Each step made them lift ever more, returning to his side and reaching out to take his hand in hers. "It's so nice to have you home, Zekie," she murmured, voice filled with elation.
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