it had never occurred to her that her sister would forget the fundamentals of moladion. it was even harder to believe that this white creature was the spirited sister who had learned how to outmaneuver hare in the exile all the wolves born to old moladion had known. salem was changed in some unseeable way and it makes her especially chastising. it makes her worry in the same breath that she wants to correct the girl. "I know Tesseract, I was here when he arrived… we have no quarrel." and leviathan snakes her head out to mouth over salem’s muzzle, chiding as she then lets the girl right herself. "you know how fast lordship can change if you know about weylin…" the dark sister argues.
but she wants to know how she was so lost in thought that she allowed her to tackle her, so she asks that instead of continuing on-- until salem comments about the full body tackle. "which just takes me back to the thing of ever evolving thrones in moladion, salem. you could have met with worse… tesseract has had a run in with a wolf named jumanji so recently i can still see the mistrust in his eyes when others come to the border. you should not presume, sister. it could very well have turned out i was not the one to find you trespassing… and you no longer smell enough of the sea to be identified as friend instead of foe."
"I was trying to… trying to figure out if this place was still real." her sister tries to excuse herself and it sounds strange to leviathan that she would say such things. it makes her tilt her head as she sits on the dirt of the forest floor. "of course it is real. do your feet go dead when you run, sister? you’re running over dirt and twig and leaf. it is easy enough to call real… and now you know it is so, I am here. and i am no figment of your imagination-- or else why would i have stopped your run instead of running with you? i hardly think you enjoy my scoldings so much to dream it..." she laughs, finally lightening just a little, though clearly still perturbed as to what to do when her sister was the invader. pack bonds only retied at the command of the king…
"i will call tesseract to us, you are home and he will no doubt welcome you back… but moladion law demands you pay him his respects first, and you well know it." so upturns her maw, parted with song, calling to her the man who had welcomed her home in hopes he might do the same for her not-sister.
The Last Daughter of Mirovis
[ female - eight - fond of tesseract - no imprint - glorall ]