The lady in red and white. She was small, delicate looking yet at the same time, she was made of an inner steel that no one sees. She was made of a thicker material than most, having been through enough devastating things in her life to make up for her daughters quiet, almost too quite upbringing. But then again, Sekera had her reasons. She had believed that Rupture would have stayed around, but shortly after the girls were born, he left. And for that, she wasn’t about to trust anything that had it’s most prized possession hanging between their legs. No thank you. The testosterone fueled fires could burn in another direction.

She moved easily. Her lithe frame stepping over the fallen logs and the rocks as she moved within the trees. Her star-like gaze moved across the fields, unsure what to think when she saw the group that was gathering. It was like the last time she had seen one, when she had felt as if she’d been zapped by some electrical field, and now, now she didn’t feel that pull anymore. It was as if whatever created the pull was gone, and it left a bit of a void within her soul, for whatever reason. It wasn’t like when she met Daemon, no, that was pure terror and feeling as if she was going to die soon. She felt the fear race through her veins slightly at the memory, but she relaxed, knowing that he wasn’t going to be coming back anytime soon.

The splashes of white upon her body made a statement, that’s for sure, and as she moved she stretched her limbs as she drew closer to the group that was forming. She shook slightly, dislodging any loose particles of whatever may still cling to her coat. She sighed, looking for anyone that was familiar in the group around her, unfortunately not finding any.