The easel was heavy, though it hadn’t been when she begun the journey. Next time she wouldn’t take it, even if it was ‘travel’ sized of not. A pad of paper, a pencil, that was all she needed. The tall earthen hued female managed to tote along almost all of her supplies and she was beginning to feel like more of a pack mule then a Captain of Crimson Dreams. She could smile at the imagines that she held in her mind, a scene that was now captured on her canvas. She would only need to touch it up with…
Her hand dropped all that she held, head rose and ears took in the sounds that made her stomach drop. Thoughts washed away any smile that had been written on her face. It was all so close, the voices all too familiar. She checked the air, and found that she was not happy with the results. Through the trees she ran, and before Mati could believe she had even started running she found them.
Purple eyes looked in awe, or disbelief, or horror. She could not choose how she felt. Her mouth hung open, and she looked at the wolves before her. She did not know all; the female garbed in human wear was unknown to the Church girl, yet she wore the scent of a Dreamer. The yelling, the pained look on her brothers face, the anger that filled Ares’ made Mati look from one to the other again and again. The girl touched Haven’s arm, was it placed there? She didn’t like any of it, and a fury rose in her large chest.
“What is going on?” She spoke, though her voice was lost in the chaos. But in a moment she was beside Ares, though her intention had been to see if Haven was truly harmed. It was obvious that he had stuck her brother and she needed to know why. Unknowingly she placed her hand on his arm, not with a gentle caress in hopes of comfort but with a pressure that was asking for answers.
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