MARLOWE'S cry gave away her location, and Talitha was grateful. She couldn't remember the last time she'd used her voice and wasn't sure if she could trust it's strength. The past few nights (or weeks, she hadn't kept track of time) of her life had been lonely ones, with only Marlowe the raven for a companion. Her father would certainly be able to distinguish her call from those of other birds inhabiting the area and now she was sure she wouldn't have to wait long before Gabriel would come looking for her.
SURE enough, Talitha lingered at the borders for only a moment longer before the German Shepherd-like figure became visible not far away. Where Ezekiel resembled his mother, Talitha had taken after their father. As Gabriel came forth, she felt as though she was looking at a masculine version of herself, though as he grew even closer, she was able to notice the differences. Particularly the battle scars that he bore. In time, would she too, be coated in the wounds of her past? Shaking the thought from her head, she forced a smile to her face and moved forth toward her father.
HER long arms reached up to curl around his thick, powerful neck and she buried her face into his thick fur, feeling very, very small and young, and wishing that it were so. She knew what her father must assume from her arrival-that Faolin had not been found, and he would be right in that assumption. The thought saddened her, but for now she was merely glad to be near her father and in familiar territory. "I missed you, Daddy," was all she could manage to squeak out.
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