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_____With the sun setting, she was setting off once again for the open borders of Esper Hollow. This time she had something to at least give them, even though it was only collectively treating a few symptoms instead of fixing the entire problem. She hadn't gotten to the root of it yet, but she had out ruled a few things thus so far. Thinking about Talitha had slid to the back burner since she had assessed what was going on with her father and brother; there was simply not a whole lot she could do about her niece being held hostage. Talking with Anselm had given her a little piece of mind that he thought things could be negotiated and Dahlia de Mai hadn't been back to pick another fight since.
_____So while the two respective sides licked their wounds and buried their dead, she took whatever free time there was and headed off. The winding trails of the Dampwoods were getting easier to navigate, though she did go a little bit out of her way simply out of the fact that the more room between herself and “trouble” (that being of course, the Dahlians), the better. However, around the next bend in the path, she heard someone approaching. And really, it wasn't the approach that got her attention first, it was the falcon in the sky; too large to be Marlowe.
_____Instead, the figure wasn't someone she expected to see at all. No, in fact it was one of the least likely faces that she had expected to see when she came down the path a bit more, and at first she bristled simply out of surprise. How long had it been? Just how long had it really been? Squinting at his figure for a moment, Corona stopped in her tracks. “Draco?” It had been too long, but it was hard to mistake someone she had spent several months around, she just didn't forget what her younger siblings looked like so easily (or however much she had wanted to, at one point).
_____With the sun setting, she was setting off once again for the open borders of Esper Hollow. This time she had something to at least give them, even though it was only collectively treating a few symptoms instead of fixing the entire problem. She hadn't gotten to the root of it yet, but she had out ruled a few things thus so far. Thinking about Talitha had slid to the back burner since she had assessed what was going on with her father and brother; there was simply not a whole lot she could do about her niece being held hostage. Talking with Anselm had given her a little piece of mind that he thought things could be negotiated and Dahlia de Mai hadn't been back to pick another fight since.
_____So while the two respective sides licked their wounds and buried their dead, she took whatever free time there was and headed off. The winding trails of the Dampwoods were getting easier to navigate, though she did go a little bit out of her way simply out of the fact that the more room between herself and “trouble” (that being of course, the Dahlians), the better. However, around the next bend in the path, she heard someone approaching. And really, it wasn't the approach that got her attention first, it was the falcon in the sky; too large to be Marlowe.
_____Instead, the figure wasn't someone she expected to see at all. No, in fact it was one of the least likely faces that she had expected to see when she came down the path a bit more, and at first she bristled simply out of surprise. How long had it been? Just how long had it really been? Squinting at his figure for a moment, Corona stopped in her tracks. “Draco?” It had been too long, but it was hard to mistake someone she had spent several months around, she just didn't forget what her younger siblings looked like so easily (or however much she had wanted to, at one point).