Yussss. D: But I plan to eventually bring her back! Ryan had fallen away from her sewing with time. It seemed that a lot of the things she used to do had now become obsolete in her life. It felt as if a cloud had been permanently cast over her life. She had been much happier before her encounter with Hybrid. She could still remember the first time she had met DaVinci and how playful she had been. Ryan wasn’t sure where that girl had gone off to. "Yes, but just this one dress. I used to have more, but this one is the only one I’ve worn in a long time." There used to be a dress of spring pastels, but perhaps the purple better reflected the shadow on her heart. "It feels strange for me not to wear it," and suddenly her senses became more aware of the fact that her frame was bare.
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Sounds good. ♥ The hybrid woman was curious now. She had missed the blank spot, the idea that Ryan had been raised exclusively by her mother—but now that the auburn coyote mentioned it and plainly stated that she had found her father, rather than known him all of her life, Kaena realized what she had passed over. It wasn't particularly curious to the grizzled coyote; plenty of canines didn't even know either real parent, for they'd been abandoned or struck out on their own too early to remember them. She wondered what that was like, and wondered if she would have been happier not knowing either of her parents. No doubt her mother's presence had been nothing but trouble for the Lykoi woman as a youth, but what about her father? He had abandoned Delphine for Sabryne, Kaena knew that. But he had come back, and she had known him, and through knowing him she had experienced the pain of his loss. Maybe it would have been better not knowing him at all—yet without him, without that hybrid man, she would not have known words like Inferni and Aquila, and the coyotes' legacy here would be different. Everything played a part, it seemed. The hybrid woman wondered if Ryan knew the story behind her surname, the many great wolves who had held that same name and seen the world through those same eyes. "Your dad and you, your family is quite revered. There's a lot of history and power in your name alone," she said, smiling. It was an awkward thing to say, but the truth—de le Poer was hardly a forgotten name. The de le Poers were strong here still, and they had contributed their genes to her bloodline, forever entangling themselves with the Lykoi line. It was a benefit for both. "I'm with you there. I don't know if I'll know true peace before I sleep, but this is the closest thing to it," the hybrid added, almost merry in her tone. It felt good to know someone else within the clan felt the same. They were approaching the stream now, and Kae's single eye could see a blur of color laid out flat on a bush. It was rather pretty, and the hybrid watched, fascinated, as Ryan slipped it over her head and straightened it out on herself. Kae gave an appreciative look and a nod, smiling. "Very nice," she complimented. Ryan stated her exit, and the hybrid woman nodded. She had already met Valkyrie some time ago, but she hadn't realized Anselm was already a grandfather. This amused her; it hadn't taken him nearly as long as it had taken her. Then again, she had started breeding later in life than most. Some of these kids—they were hardly a year and a half old when they had their first litter. Kae had been just over two, actually more normal in terms of the traditional way. Still, their weird genetic disease had imparted many strange traits on the canines, and there were worse, weirder things than just breeding early. "No doubt. Take care of yourself and Val," the hybrid woman added, grinning over at Ryan. She turned away then, heading around the borders once more. She would take the long way home, looping around the mansion and Occasus Promontorium before cutting across the territory to head to the caves for the night. |