thirteen - no heart - Heyel's soul - Spirane
sister of warlow, dam of none
this is her in blackouts

It seemed as if fate had led them to this meeting on this day. Nothing could have changed the fact that her gut churned in some disturbance, nor could her paws drag her away from the scene unfolding bellow. The Taviora party were only three in number and quickly matched by the arrival of Lavender, Pan, and Dany. Something about the female would stood apart from the others made her eyes clench and heart race, the way her eyes strayed up to Sven multiple times and she blinked, almost as if she is confused. The others didn't seem to notice but Natu might also feel that same inkling that Everchime did. It had been so long ago since she had disappeared into the black of her own mind and awakened to a crying pup proclaiming her a murderer. And she had been so confused, so broken, she hadn't known what to do. No word had ever come to the disgruntled mountain, no broken mother had come crawling in asking about a pup and Sven had known nothing about his home. It had all faded so quick and she was left to raise Sven, the child she had stolen but had no memory of.

It had always been clear to her that Sven lived with a shuttered heart. By rights he had reason too. She never expected her over-the-top efforts to receive any sort of joy from him. She had stolen his innocence and shattered her own being. Even careful mending can fall apart at the slightest touch. But try she did, over and over, and soon he would be big enough to travel on his own. Sven would never stay with her. She had known this from the way he had cried and had hated her, and now how he simply accepted her presence as part of life. He didn't cherish it. She didn't expect him to. She had begun her search in hopes of finding where his heart belonged but it was in such an early stage who would have thought it would drop into her lap?

As Pan made his way into the group and stole the attention of the tan female while the others demanded this and that among themselves, she turned her narrow muzzle towards Sven and nodded. She'd take him back if that is what he wished and leave him be. The whole thing seemed to just create more disappointment and she sighed very gently. Soon, hopefully, she'd have news of his family. But she wouldn't tell him until such a time, wouldn't get his hopes up.

Yet as she turned to take him back a few of the words from Everchime drifted up the wind and settled into her ears. Sven. The name shocked her until she froze mid-step, her ears pricking, head turning, and lips falling open in surprise. She only caught the tail end about missing for two years and her heart knocked against her chest. She could swear she heard her breath rattle as she turned her eyes to Sven, pupils over-large. "Sven! She....." Her breath hitched, caught, but she stumbled onwards, moving so she was behind Sven and nudging his haunches in the direction of Everchime. "It is your mother. Your real mother."

The last words were breathy. There was such shock in them; inside she didn't have the time to be elated. To come to terms with what this would mean. About how she was planning on telling Dany but never found the moment, about how everyone would perceive her. Would her friend Sleekwing think her a nutcase? Accuse her of treachery? It made her legs shake, and yet Sven would be happy! He would be so happy once more, wouldn't he?

"Let us go to her..." Maybe the others did see the nervousness that rippled through her but maybe Sven would since he had lived with her. Maybe he would note the way her legs twitched and her lips trembled for a few moments before she steeled herself for the inevitable. She deserved whatever punishment came. And she would revisit it tenfold on the demon spawn who had begun this whole event in the first place.