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The calico coloured female was fascinating to the sable lady that sat near to her. There was something in the way she moved, the way she spoke, it was so familiar to Soran, there was something buried beneath that as well, she could not deny that the unusually patterned female that sat beside her was beautiful. There was something about her, the way that she braided her hair, obviously showing much care and attention to detail with her appearance, the ebony lady respected that, she had always been busy and although not vain, she too had been careful with her appearance over the years. It was true that there were now small flecks of grey beginning to appear in her fur, small silver hairs were beginning to dot along her facial scar line, along with long silver strands beginning to appear in her mane, coming from her front temple, they were not especially obvious yet, but she was sure that they would become so, soon enough it would be apparent that she was getting older, but still, she was always careful with her appearance, making sure her lightly curled mane was neat and in place. This calico fae seemed to understand, she was older than most newcomers that appeared at the borders, not still a yearling or a very young wolf, she seemed to have life experience, something which Soran valued, it was much easier to have a conversation with someone who knew more about the world than a pup, although she was always happy to speak to pups, she often found herself in the role of teacher, she loved teaching others new things, but she could not deny that it was nice to have a break and have an adult conversation with someone closer to her own age. This fae was obviously younger than her by a few years, but that did not matter, they were close enough to speak openly and keep a conversation flowing evenly. The other fae began to laugh, she had a delightful laugh, it brought a smile to the dark lady's lips, it was an infectious kind of laugh that almost made the fae want to laugh along, although she was unsure what they were supposed to be laughing at. Then the calico girl lifted her hands and showed that she had not been there long, Soran smiled again, her green eyes meeting the girl's purple ones momentarily, quickly the sable lady looked away, had she not had such dark fur it would be apparent that her cheeks were flushing pink in a blush. What was wrong with her? Whay was she acting so shyly around this female? She was blushing like a foolish yearling meeting the gaze of someone that they were infatuated with, that was not the ebony lady, not at all.
The fae spoke again, saying that she had heard her name before, this only made it more obvious to the obsidian lady that she knew this unusually patterned girl, they must have met before, or she must have at least met someone that was related to her. She wondered who her aunt was, wracking her brains for someone who was walking with a pup of this fae's colouring, perhaps they had had a brief encounter when she was much younger, when she had first come to these lands? Maybe the calico lady was someone she had indeed known, she looked familiar, but more like a dream, something half remembered, like there were parts of her that she remembered but others were a blank. Little did the fae know of course that she was talking to the daughter of her first love, her gorgeous pale lady, the sister of the ebony male that Soran had butted heads with on so many occasions. Soran was still trying to figure out who the fae's aunt was, if she could decipher who she was then perhaps it would answer the riddle of who this enchanting calico girl was, perhaps she had known her aunt, maybe she had been around the old lands, somewhere near Syemv, the lady was checking off females she had known when she had been in the old lands, she couldn't imagine that Phasma would have had a niece that she hadn't mentioned, nor any of the other female's that she had known in the past. So many of them were gone now, so many had passed on, or moved on or had just plain disappeared into thin air it seemed. But none of them had mentioned a niece, at least not one that the ebony female had not met, and none of them had had this fascinating patterning, she was sure she would have remembered the unusual splotches of colour that adorned the fae's pale fur, it was something that stuck in your mind, no, she could not have met her before, not even as a small pup.
At this moment the fae dipped her head in a little mock bow, Soran chuckled, smiling broadly at the patterned girl, she was such a vibrant character she could not help it, she just seemed to have a warm nature that eminated around where she was sat. Then she spoke her name and the fae's brow crinkled slightly as she fell into thought, Charm, she knew that name, she knew she knew that name. Where had she heard it before? It had been someone terribly important to her that had named someone Charm, it couldn't have been Deuce, Soran knew all of Deuce's children, well at least the ones of Charm's age. It wasn't Phasma, again the ebony lady had met all of her former leader's pups, Hollow had been an important part of her life although the most vile and evil part, but with the exception of Stygian, she was the mother of his other children and she certainly hadn't named any of them Charm, besides she was certain she'd remember her own child, that thought made the fae chuckle, her mind was wandering into the realms of the ridiculous. There was of course only one female that she had not thought of, Summer, of course, she had had a daughter, a sibling for the black drunk she had also given birth to. She had named her Charm had she not? The ebony fae was unsure, the tiny around the birth of Summer's pups had been hazy, and then she had died so soon after that everything became blurred with grief. The lithe female reached out and rested a hand on the calico girl's shoulder, simply as a comforting gesture for the question she was about to ask, although perhaps she needed more comforting than the younger female. Even though she had only intended to rest her hand upon the other girl's shoulder she found that her fingertips were making small circles in the calico fur beneath her hand.
"Your mother wouldn't have been Summer would she?" The fae asked, a mixture of excitement and nervousness building in the pit of her stomach. It would be wonderful to see a daughter of her pale lover, to know something of her was left in the lands so nearby to her, but there was something else, she feared that she might be attracted to this female, what consequences would come of that if she was indeed her former mate's daughter?
