The sadness has yet to leave her aching soul and yet Sanguine still finds a way to feel remotely happy considering the situation. Enderly has helped with that and has provided ample distraction for her to keep her mind away from the absence of her mother. Even Samil and Gormory have fled Moladion although she knows not of where they have gone. The young demoness had never felt like one of them in her time living in the grotto - no matter what Naamah had said.
Enderly was out doing whatever it was that Enderlys do when Sanguine was not allowed to come and she found it in her to venture out from the safety of the caves and up the crags. She was two years old now, after all, she was practically an adult. Her limber bodice squeezes through a tight cropping of rocks before she is climbing and jumping up the boulder littered incline. Spring was a lovely time but it was also rather dangerous with the melting snow as streams of water trickled down the rocks and created slippery surfaces.
It was sudden, the yelping and shuffling of another just ahead, and nearly caused the girl to jump out of her skin. She regained composure and curiously peered around a large rock to see a red and black female pawing at her head like a mad-woman. Her skull tipped to the side in a quirky manner as she watched for a moment longer before approaching slowly. "Uhh.. Can I help?" A brow is raised and she is not entirely sure if she is confronting some crazy stranger or someone who is in true need.
Either way, her inistent curiosity told her that she needed to investigate and so she did.
-plague daughter.
-of naamah & enderly.
-wandering the wilds.
-without a heart.
-without a soul.