Comforting his soul was like comforting her own since legend said that their were intertwined. As her mossy eyes scan over him, a repeating pattern that would likely become a long-time habit, she wonders how imprinting really worked. Did the fates craft them both at the same time, splitting them down the middle and separating them at birth so that they could watch how the story would unfold? Perhaps they did not always split evenly, she thinks, for that would explain those who found their imprints yet were not with them. Life had a way of carrying off with one if one wasn't careful. Ramiel had wandered far from home by the looks of him and the depths of his voice. An emptiness so deep couldn't be filled by calm complacency. Was it that internal instinct that drove him? Perhaps his paws had crept up and down the shoreline in his travels, not knowing that she rested across the sea yet sensing something there.

Sorcha smiles at his words, her sorrow for him abating quite quickly as she dips her elegant maw in agreement. Peace - she has always been a peaceful spirit. That does not make her angelic, it simply makes her complete with the world around her. Now it felt as if she had lived in a life of crashing waves for in his presence all felt right. She had a purpose now. To bring him out of such an emptiness and to never let it fill again. To offer him a sense of peace.

That toothy smile seemed to fit his face perfectly and it seemed as if she had seen that face for lifetimes. "I am glad you are back and that I was brought here." The words are smooth and genuine, eyes following his movements as he sits with some distance between them but she steps forward now and lays down so that her forepaws touch both of his. She can feel his need for her in the way her own body needs to be close to his and she believes such a thing is right. It was not for her to ignore it or go the traditional route of new meetings because had not their souls known each other forever?

That he wishes to know her and more importantly, follow fate, is a pleasurable thing to her ears. "Fate is real and we are following it's path at this very moment. I can hear the earth as it breathes, the whispers of the leaves in the trees and the tinkle of voices from those who have long since hidden themselves away in this world. Life has come before us, Ramiel, as it will come after us. We are but stones in the long flowing river of time but that does not make us unimportant. I have much to show you just as you have much to tell me. Let me start with my story so that you may know more of me. I was born in a land across the sea to the east. It was a place call Windelland, much like what I have heard Diveen looks like. It was beautiful," she sighs then, a wistful look in her eyes and a soft smile of reminiscence. "I had family there who I miss dearly. I did not come here with intent, you ken, for I was standing upon a cliff watching the water roll across the sea when the wind took me by my fur and dragged me down into the water. To you it may seem strange but fate has a way of taking one without forewarning. It is only by such grand designs that I made it here alive and traveled into Spirane. I believe now it was for this very moment." She pauses now, still smiling serenely at him. "What drove you to leave Spirane?"