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Sabriel is as collected as a wolf who felt torn apart could be, a little dreary to be honest; like a hollow creature standing there trying to make sense of his life and this news of his siblings being here. They smelled of the wilderness beyond, something he knew too well. They were only returning, but there was no way to know for how long it would be. If Dimitri was still the gypsy type and not just a wanderer now. If Delya was or not. All he could do is watch them, understanding that Delya probably didn't recognize him at all. She certainly acted as if that was the case.

He can't find it in him to feel much about that, though. He was already pulled apart earlier this day, and that was probably pretty obvious by how he was acting, his previous expression. They way his rainbow eyes were flat and sort of empty. Nothing like his usual happy self, that cheerful creature that had been near enough a social butterfly. Without the gypsies and without Micteca what was he? Those were the two things he really knew aside from Kellin, and Kellin needed his own life. Sabriel did not want to hold him back any longer, and now more than ever he knew this.

The growl should have made him turn and go, but Sabriel doesn't even feel that. He doesn't know where he stands with these two, or if he should do anything at all with whatever answer he gained from them on it. He doesn't feel any ill will towards either of them, but a lot of things seem flat and colorless to him right now. Funny that when he actually was colorblind, he was happier in the long run. Perhaps he needed to go see Anemone, maybe she could help him with these feelings or lack thereof. He doesn't know where that path would lead him, and maybe he no longer cares. Dust in the wind.

Dimitri is stating that he is alive and he nods once. Alive seems a little wrong when it came to him right now, but he had survived. He would continue to do so. And then Delya was speaking, and he looks to her again. "I'm here now." Because 'still' wasn't the truth of the matter, but why get into that? As far as Gavriel went, he couldn't say, but he could speak of Kellin, at least. "I don't know where Gavriel is, but Kellin probably isn't far. If you call, I'm sure he will come." He responded, looking from one to the other, waiting to see what more would be said, if anything.


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male -- eleven -- mate to none -- soulbound to anemone -- gypsy