The whole thing upset her. The turning of power, the loss of her grandfather, that there was some stranger out there with some misguided vendetta against their family. All in all it set her on edge, and she knew now what had driven her back home, perhaps even Heyel was the one who had plagued her with nightmares and driven her home, at least she liked that idea best. A part of her wonders if she had stayed if things would have been different, if she could have changed this tide, but hindsight would get her nowhere. Either way she was back where she belonged now with years of experience under her paws that she could not have achieved unless she had left as she did, and she could only hope she would get a taste of this Covet one day.
Over the next days she had seen the Hyrule’s prediction come to life with a steady stream of Diveen’s inhabitants flowing back into the crags. Some were angels, some were not and Solara watched them all from atop her perch on one of the large, flat rocks that towered over the badlands. For now she had kept her distance, even as she saw the familiar forms of Kane and Isola winding between the rocks she had held herself back, not quite ready to make herself known to them all and knowing that Achilles wouldn’t tell them just yet. No, the announcement of her return was waiting for just the right moment which came with the summons of all those within the badlands to meet with their new king.
She couldn’t help the backwards twitch of her ears or the flick of her tail at the thought, but her displeasure about the situation was a bitter pill she was beginning to swallow easier with every passing day. Some things had to be accepted and dealt with as stepping stones to get what she ultimately wanted anyway. With a huff she is off, her thick legs carrying her with a graceful ease through the winding maze that could be Diveen and toward the growing gathering. Cresting the rise that would take her to her family she pauses for a moment, taking in the sight. She knows the ledge, one of the most sun soaked spots in the land where she had often found Heyel sunbathing. This place held many fond memories for her, playing between his pristine white paws, being chided when she accidently knocked dirt on him, even when he was cross with her she still adored him. He had taught her so much, it still didn’t seem right that he was just gone.
Her entrance is made just after Isola and Kane greet their son and Azrael’s family joins the group. She steers clear of her uncle, his penchant for teasing her for her less than perfect eyes still engrained in her mind, instead approaching so she would stand beside her father whom she so resembled. Standing beside him she is resplendent in the brilliant sun, her coat like ink soaks in the rays save for the patches of color that shine out.