typhoon visitor ✦ it's not over

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I'll come back when you call me

Traversing the desert became an incredible hassle with a broken leg.  It was not impossible however; evidenced by the fact the petite deer-fox had gone out anyway.  Restless.  Hopeful.  Maybe she could find some aloe for the herb storage.  Be useful.

She walked with more of a wobble than ever before.  Though she was still adapting to the new shape of her legs, her hindleg was causing the most difficulty.  But it was healing at least, thanks to her father's careful setting and splint-work.  Enough so she was still stubborn about walking as far as she used to.

It's soothing, whenever Gaelic passes through her perked ears.  It was the same with French, though it felt like eons since she heard her mother or brother's familiar voices, speaking that tongue.  She knows her father is speaking and quickly turns towards the sound, hazel hues blinking with curiosity.  Who was he speaking to...?

Hobbling over, Aine's face lit up into a smile upon recognizing the massive wolf as her 'Uncail' or cousin, Raziel.  He had been very nice, as was his brother, Kian, though she hadn't seen them since the first time.  Her father hadn't been... Happy then either.

"Uncail Raziel?" She shuffled the dark wings on her sides, looking between her father and cousin for a moment, unsure.

— aine | the pitt | commodore of the crows | fae druid —