twelve - no heart - Heyel's soul - Spirane
this is her in blackouts

She needed a break away from the solitude that she had kept herself in. Weird, yes, a break from solitude but it is the truth. The only company she had kept was that of Sven and as of yet she still felt a certain amount of guilt every time she looked upon him. And love. It would be hard for anyone to resist loving such a child, at least anyone with the decency of Natu. The decency she felt she had lost somewhere after her accident. It had been so long since she had last seen Warlow and Mistletoe. Today it felt like she should remedy that. Perhaps being with them might make her feel a little less stained, a little more bright. So she left behind her mountain home to seek out the seaside abode that she knew they had went to. Only because she had followed their scents here not long ago and it remained fresh.

It feels weird to cross over into a territory not her own home, like a violation. But no one stops her. No one demands to know why she is here and neither does she seek to tell anyone. She just pushes on while eying the scenery around her. It is breathtaking; once spring matures fully it will be a lovely place to live. Still the mountains call to her. They have become a piece of her soul - this place is too open for her liking, too free in its layout. But she can admire it all the same.

She is lucky to find a reddish figure before another finds her. Icy blue eyes catch sight of Mistletoe. And she is quite obviously pregnant. Immediately Natu's ears prick and her eyes light up as she trots towards the figure with a sharp bark to announce her presence. Her white tail wags eagerly. She grins down at the figure but doesn't stop until she presses her maw against Mistletoe's in affection for this female is now her sister. Stepping back she lets her gaze travel down the bloated belly that houses her brother's children. Her nieces and nephews. A thrill of excitement burns within her but also she notices, deep deep down, a hint of sadness. Because she has none of her own save Sven and who knew how long he would remain with her?

"It has been too long, Mistletoe! Look at what I have missed! I cannot believe you managed to get my brother to desire children so," she gushes with another grin and a glance around but Warlow is no where to be seen. "Not to mention to settle down into pack life. Tell me, how have they treated you here? And how fares my brother?"