[/html]Her words of jest went unacknowledged save the rueful smile on the mouth of the brother she loved so dearly. Though it was unspoken, she felt he was similar to her; mates and young were not needed in their lives, as their paths lead them through a world where such things would simply make for problems. In her heart, she felt families were a good cause to destroy people, when enemies were able to create pain simply through interaction with beloved ones. But the words brought back vague memories that caused her to wonder if she was correct. The loss suffered in early October had hit her with numbing sorrow that still lingered behind her already present depression.
She knew she was right. Ezekiel and Gabriel were the only ones whom she truly felt for, her father and brother becoming all that could hurt her as the days rolled on. Another man would be unnecessary; she already had two, though she shared nothing in the way of pleasure with either. In silence, she wondered if Ezekiel felt the same.
Returning to his side, she reached for him, and he took her hand in his own firmly. Wings fluttered in her heart, relieved that he was still real and not simply a poor hallucination. "I'm glad you're back too." He lead her across their coymutt kingdom, movements almost entirely silent as their steps carried them forward. He asked of recent happenings, and words seemed lost on the woman as she wondered what to reveal and what to hide from her brother.
"Nothing that holds much significance. Father still leads us and I still run away like a frightened child." Her words came strong, voice raising past the sultry murmur she had used for months before. With Ezekiel, she felt stronger, able to face fears that lingered in the back of her mind. "Had you come back sooner, you might have been an uncle, but it seems God doesn't feel it's time for such a thing," she added, returning to a whisper. Though it had become a far easier subject, it was still strange to say. Strange to think of what could have been her children. It returned the guilt to her chest, tightening against her lungs.
Her eyes looked out over the wastes that Inferni lay atop of, darting over features she found comforting. The trees, the earth, drawing her back to the safety that surrounded her, made better by the presence of the golden de le Poer.
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