Leaving had not been an easy step for the dark girl to take. Her blood was founded in the most rooted family tree in all of Moladion. Angels ironically were made with more roots than wings it would seem. They were rooted to their homeland, the red rock crags that had always been theirs, or more importantly they were rooted to each other as Isola had always reminded the dark girl. Whatever bickering or jockeying for rank took place they always stayed together. Except she, the dark warrior, who had walked away from it all for a chance as something more. If she had achieved that was yet to be seen, but staring up at the snowy mountains she hoped it had been worth it.

Even now she can feel the distant twinge in her chest, a ghost memory she thought of the bond that had connected her to another. As she turned to go it pulled stronger, so insistent that for a moment her breath was stolen away on the chilly winter winds and it made her pause. Fate, it seemed, had a plan for she paused just long enough to catch a familiar voice on the wind wrapping around a simple word: her name. With that she turned her head suddenly over her shoulder, her vibrant eyes of violet and gold sparking with a mixture of excitement and nervousness as she seems him again, feels that warmth in her soul once more. For a moment she is two years old again, blissfully ignorant if not a little conceited with her only concern the fact that Achilles was heir and she was not. At his last statement, for there was no question in it, she turned to face him fully.

She let the meaning of those two words hang between them for a moment, her eyes simply drinking in his matured form. His voice is as light and airy as ever, but there was more sorrow in it than there had been before, sorrow that perhaps she had caused. Swallowing a pang of guilt she stepped toward him, almost0 unconsciously before stopping herself, the pull was hard to resist…stronger than it had been last time. “Yes, I have,” she said, the words matter of fact and yet with an underlying current of emotion she wasn’t entirely familiar with, or comfortable with for that matter. Was he talking about her return to Diveen and her family, or the fact that she had returned to him? Maybe both.

It was then she realized what it meant that she could feel his soul singing with hers once more. It meant he hadn’t found another who bonded with him, though she would not have been so pleased if she had known of the many broken connections he had suffered, her own included. Her two tone gaze danced across his fine face, always finding their way back to his emerald eyes that seemed to enchant her. Even on their first meeting she had not felt this way, and it both terrified and delighted her. “I’ve come back to help my family fight off the scourge that overflowed to our oldest ally,” she said calmly, trying to keep the turmoil of emotions that roiled in her chest to herself, “Congratulate your sister for me, I am jealous that she got to taste that usurpers flesh. I hope to finish the job some day.” The venom of her words is as unmistakable as it is uncontrollable, the dark hackles atop her shoulders rising slightly at the mere thought of that son of a jackal.

Shaking her head she refocused on Taliesin, still amazed at the way he connected to her after all this time. “You’ve stayed here, within the mountains?” she asked innocently enough, but she had a need to know more about him. It had been five years since they last spoke, did he have a family as she expected? One who lived with him high in the peaks? For some reason it was strangely important to her and she felt the first twinges of jealous toward this family he may or may not actually have.