totally stealing this! I'm under the assumption that they didn't see each other since the attack that killed Larkspur, so just poke me if otherwise.
Harrow took to exploring the lands again on her own that day. The lynx told her, with the feline purr that never seemed to fade away despite her growing vocabulary, that she wanted to hunt, to eat and to re-familiarize herself with the territory she was raised in once more. Omitl added she would not be long, and warned the girl simply to stay out of trouble. "We are new here. Don't impose others." Omi knew the dark creature was famous for that when they were wanderers and when in that pack, but Harrow did not argue for once, knowing that she wouldn't. She only gave a slight nod, and the she-cat accepted that as an answer, and stalked off.
It was immediately decided she would not remain in the Ruins. It was dull and boring, and saw no need to sit around and waste the day. The sky was still soft when she left, but by the time she walked at a lazy pace to the center of the territory, it grew a vibrant blue. Time mattered little to her, but made a mental note none the less. She'd rather be in her crumbling stone abode than to caught in the shadows of the night in the open. She imagined the creeping figures, smoky and opaque, reaching from the dark to pull her if she stayed outside for a couple of more hours. She shook her head of the thought, and tried to instill more appropriate, reasonable thoughts. But her mind always crept back the wraiths that haunted the night.
Sounds of struggle disturbed her thoughts, the thundering of hooves, and the girl realized she was near the stables. Uncertainty brewed within her, but a look would not hurt, right? She increased her speed, lavished steps now becoming more hastened, and vivid eyes widened at the sight. A pale woman was straddling a wild creature, both a fierce sight to behold, and she was suddenly against the fence, hands gripping it tightly. Salvia--she knew who this was, the memory of her older sibling being one of the first to return to her. And she knew that once upon a time, she had failed to save her. That day plagued her mind, and now it threatened to take over her attention.
She was not sure if the woman needed help--she was handling herself, but the beast was not making it easy. Still clenching the fence, prepared to clamber over it despite the fear of flailing hooves, she merely peered, watching and waiting, lost for words.
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