Fate was a strange thing, a double sided coin that spun endlessly on its side, threatening each and every creature with each rotation. For her, it had landed and taken with it her very heart, sweeping he and her children away in a tornado of despair. How it had ached to feel the connection break, a shattering sensation that rippled through each cell; how it ached to remember her children, two dull faces that threatened to be forgotten. In such times, she had wondered if it was how her father felt when he thought of Lucifer and Kael, and even Aaliyah who had been taken into the shadows to never return. She wondered if he fretted over forgetting their smiles or the precise colour of their eyes. She had spent so long worrying, so long wondering. To feel the connection break, she had been unhinged from the planet and sent adrift in that same tornado.

Only now had she landed. Only now had she been able to find her own strength, a resilient creature that loitered in her gut. It had been what had kept her strong in the face of his neglect, and what had kept her strong with the goodbye of a daughter born not ready for the world. It was her own tiny miracle to once more return to Moladion, breathing in a scent that had been a part of her since her very own birth. She was, finally, home. She was finally on ground that steadied her, in winds that did not threaten to throw her aside into a tremendous mess. The scrap pile that had been her life had been swept away with each coming rain and each season brought with it a newness, a cleansing. No longer was she tirelessly sad. She was Calista once more - Calista the strong, the hardy, the survivor. She could do it, that much she now knew.

She wasn't afraid to break now, and each step brought her closer and closer to where she hoped to belong. Through the trees, she moved as a wisp of unfaltering white, the dark clouds casting grey light about her. She could smell the leaves opening, the way the trees sung for the rains to fall and with them, she too. The rain was cleansing, the clap of thunder rising in the distance. With on final admiring glance to the sky, she moved to the refuge of the thicker trees, taking shelter beneath the tangle of roots and dirt that had been eroded away in floods so long ago.

She was a tiny thing there, dwarfed by the world around her. Waifer thin with fur flowing like waves in the cool breeze the rippled over her skin; she stared out into the beginnings of rain, her lips pulled up into the tiniest hint of a smile. At times, she liked to think the rain was her mother - tears, perhaps, of joy shed for how proud she was of her children. Somewhere out there, Isola too must have been looking at the skies - Calista could not help but wonder if she thought the same thing. Could she feel the return of her sister? What of her father? She exhaled, a fog of breath leaving her mouth as she huddled closer into the tree's safety, enjoying the show that nature brought for them all.