The swamps are a strange place but she cannot help but find a beauty in them. In truth, she is betraying the very core of her family. She is here when she should be sitting on the borders of Diveen, speaking down on those in the swamp for events they did not all desire so long ago. She knew of the war only from words spoken out of memory, after all. Such petty things for a world that claimed to forgive all. Her father... he will never forgive her, she knows this, and yet she is strangely okay with the idea. It doesn't matter, anyway, because ahead of her, she can see him.

As he reaches out to touch her, she cannot help but sigh in relief, the smallest of smiles sweeping along her muzzle. She, too, reaches out for him, to press her muzzle into his cheek momentarily, absorbing his scent once more. It is like all the sweetness in the world, she thinks, a smell like wild flowers and spring rain. He speaks then and her ears flutter forward, the electric yellow of her eyes meeting the softness of his own. Her brow twitches, as if she was expecting him to know the answer - she must remember that not all others are so assured, least not him. How hard an idea to think their connection did not span the distance between their consciousness.

"I am here to be wherever you are. If this is your place then it, too, is mine."

She pauses then, gazing about them in wonder as the white mists swirls about.

"If you wish that of me, at least."