12-31-2009, 03:22 PM
ooc; someone who knows Zana, or was arround when Zana was here
She knew she should not be there but she had been wondering if the two hqad returned from Eire yet. She wouldn't admit it but she'd liked the fierce lttle creature that DaVinci had called their sister. She knew that if either had returned that she'd be able to find out from the clan for Zana would have surely returned toher home. The small girl had said that she was returning as soon as their business was complete overseas and Firefly had little doubt of that, though she knew that the mystical world of their old clan could become overwhelming and one could find themselves lost in the magic for a long time she didn't believe that Zana would fall prey to the old ways.
The Sadira woman sat near the border, waiting to see if one of the 'hated' clan would appear. She had been part of the Dahlian War but she felt little illwill towards the clan itself now, just a few choice members, and that was personal. She stiffled a yawn as she fluffed her thick silvery coat against the cold, wondering how long she'd have to wait for an answer. Her eyes trailed to the skulls of wolves that decorated the border and she wondered if the clan would take offense if Cour des Miracles would voice their opinions of their enemies likewise. They probably would.
She knew she should not be there but she had been wondering if the two hqad returned from Eire yet. She wouldn't admit it but she'd liked the fierce lttle creature that DaVinci had called their sister. She knew that if either had returned that she'd be able to find out from the clan for Zana would have surely returned toher home. The small girl had said that she was returning as soon as their business was complete overseas and Firefly had little doubt of that, though she knew that the mystical world of their old clan could become overwhelming and one could find themselves lost in the magic for a long time she didn't believe that Zana would fall prey to the old ways.
The Sadira woman sat near the border, waiting to see if one of the 'hated' clan would appear. She had been part of the Dahlian War but she felt little illwill towards the clan itself now, just a few choice members, and that was personal. She stiffled a yawn as she fluffed her thick silvery coat against the cold, wondering how long she'd have to wait for an answer. Her eyes trailed to the skulls of wolves that decorated the border and she wondered if the clan would take offense if Cour des Miracles would voice their opinions of their enemies likewise. They probably would.