My body was absolutely humming, each nerve alive and seeming to tingle, just at the tips of my toes. The feeling had a soft smile tugging at my lips- even in the depths of my subconscious. Peace and wholeness engulfed my dreams, the warm and solid comfort of my life and love beside me solidified it into the waking realm. Secure, protected by the hulking frame of my One True Love, I find a serenity I have never before found. Knowing our children - although each is off wandering about - are out there finding their own paths and strengths at such young stages. Saraquel having run off some time ago, though I feel she is still out there, mother's have such instincts (or so it is told). Ragnarok had set off after his father, at only one. Uncertain thoughts began to creep into my mind, but the light of the winter's activities had it too busy to truly focus on this. Instead, brighter thoughts inch in, and the next thing I know, I am receiving the most pleasant touch. I make a small purr-like growl of pleasure, rotating my head to plant a kiss of my own against his cheek, though my body is reluctant to leave sleep. Vaguely the words from his oh-so-pleasant mouth are heard as I find myself slowly sinking back into sleep. I just can't bring myself to wake right now, my body sapped for energy after the vigorous...um...run...we took. "You go ahead and meet him, my darling," The statement is broken by a yawn. My full consciousness not yet roused, and my body not yet given the required incentive to rise, I lay there in complete bliss. "I will be there after I get ready." He would know what I meant.

I have not truly spoken to a member of my immediate family, save for my father when he hears I am to be expecting. I rarely spoke to Calista, something I felt almost bad about. We left after Mother...and every time I looked at my sister, I was reminded of Mother. They all reminded me of her, even Father. I swear Mother's scent was still on him, and the scent of home. He still smelled of the plateau, of Trenus, which was to be mine. My palace, my dust. Fate destroyed her, the land of the Angels, that was to be mine. I lost interest in the crown the moment Trenus was lost, the death of my Mother and younger siblings forever darkened me, left me as scorched as Moladion after the sky fell. Someone had mercy, however. They had left me my sun and stars, my lost prince, my rock - if what Father says is true. They left me Azrael and Isola, Aaliyah and my many true-born siblings. They had also seen fit to spare my father, and while I am entirely incapable of such a thing as bitterness, or contempt, I still find it somewhat unfair that only one could have survived. I do not regret having Father living - do not mistake me - but I wish it could have been both of my parents. The thoughts my mind brings up, the memories of Heyel, how he had acted with us as we cried at his paws. I smile as I remember learning the ancient Latina from him and our mother. How radiant she always was, her blue gaze so wide and comforting. I take a deep breath, releasing it slowly as I push to my paws, my gaze looking outward as Zildjian moves toward the border.

Slowly, I stretch, taking my time as my Father would have. I am in no true hurry to greet my past, to watch the ghosts fling about my Father's head. Though, if the ravens are right, Heyel has not exactly spent his time grieving. I can't be angry I suppose, he wasn't bound to my mother, and as such there isn't a gaping wound within his chest from it. I know it hurt him, though I must say in Mother's absence, his head had gotten rather large. My joints pop as I stretch the muscles of my body, each one stiff with tension. I close my eyes, calming myself before I step away from the den, warmth spreading over me as the sun hits my back, setting the russet there ablaze as I flit through the trees. I take my time, trailing along a little after the silver bullet that is my soul. Admiration falls over my gaze as it lands on his tail, his stride making him all the more attractive. I love following him, and as I am distracted, I find my gait slowing to a trot, graceful limbs moving across the terrain, my form gliding easily, though I have to be careful. I am still waking up so I slow to a walk, finding an odd hesitance in my steps this time.

It is not until I hear my Father's voice, accompanied by a higher - and decidedly childlike - voice, greeting Zildjian that I quicken my slow pace. I watch calmly, no emotion displayed on my face as the little black girl speaks of the scent on my love. I do not answer my father, as he has spoken to Zildjian, my eyes not moving from the girl. She seemed so familiar, and yet, not. By the proximity she had to my father I would guess she was his. Clearly she is no angel, whoever her mother is. And yet, Heyel had once seen fit to tell me to keep the bloodlines pure? Is this the same wolf who preached to Aaliyah about her fascination with that thing? Why then would he take a mate that was not of pure blood if he held his line in such high regard? I suppose even angels can be hypocrites. As if from a distance, I hear the quip passed from Father's lips. "Num cessat post hunc diem illum luserimus. Lucianus abierit, ne aliquis ex communi ad uitam. Lorem?" Surely, after all this time you could cease teasing him. Lucian is gone, do not take it out on the one I share my life with. Please? I address my father, light blue eyes flicking over to him then back at his daughter with a pointed glance. And yes, after all these years, I do still possess my first language. I give a radiant smile, despite the darkness that comes with him, Father is always a welcome sight.

The girl, I am unsure about, perhaps if she is sweet enough I will decide to like her, or her mother. "Hello, Pater." I say smiling, my body already moving forward, dancer's grace apparent as I move around to the side without the child clung to it, embracing my father as I greet him. He speaks of our wandering children then, and I smile, looking back to Zildjian. "Saraquel and Zigzagel wander, as does their brother, Ragnarok. Sara and Ra are not within Moladion's borders, but Zigzagel is still about." I move away then, back to my soul's side, leaning close to him and gaining the strength I need to keep my thoughts light, and to keep moving onward, as Mother would have wanted me to.