What would it have been like to feel her soul attach itself to someone other than him, and then again to someone else? The idea, had she known his situation, would have been unimaginable. Always it had been him, as far as she was concerned. Her family line was famous for their penchant of snubbing their noses at fate and refusing their imprints. Heyel, her mother, neither of them had found a heart in their imprints, and so it surprised her at the strength of the bond that she felt with the wolf of chocolate fire staring at her now. Their lives had taken such different paths. His one of caring for his sisters, being the silent guardian while she had become forward, brash, and was unable to live a life in the shadows.

Standing before him now with the wind whipping the gently falling snows around her she felt like a child again. Her tail waved proudly behind her as the snow lay like crystals on her dark back while he answered. His line was nearly as strong as her own, the mountainborne of Moladion as longstanding as the Angels and their oldest allies and she enjoyed that they were such equals. Everyone had traits the sought in another, and had her imprint been someone weak or frail she might have followed her in the family trade and turned away, but Taliesin was neither of those things. Even looking at her now she saw the strength in him, the pride, and the challenge that he could present to her if she ever desired. It warmed the idea of him in her head even more. As always his voice is light and airy, deceptive of the man she believed lurked beneath, more and more layers to the man she didn’t know.

At his echoing of her desire to finish Covet a toothy grin flashes across her white-jawed muzzle, pleased that they have this in common. “Perhaps we will find him, and claim the joy of ridding him from this earth together. The siblings of Kings and Queens, doing their jobs for them.” The words are followed by a coarse laugh, hiding the ever present bitterness that Achilles had been chosen simply by beating her to existence by a year. Still it had driven her, and brought her here so she could not be too disappointed.

It is his answer to her next question that she is most eager to her, listening attentively to his answer and searching for any indication that while his soul might belong to her his heart might be another’s. She nodded at the mention of Purge’s name, a history she was somewhat familiar with but it shed more light on the man he was now. The fact that he had gone to Diveen surprised her, though it made sense, and for a moment a pang of guilt blossomed in her chest. What had he felt when he found her suddenly gone? Had he been sad, disappointed? Was he even happy to see her now? She shoved these thoughts done, they were wholly unfamiliar to her usually so level mind, yet they kept creeping back into her mind.

Her large head nodded in pleasure at the end of his tale, pleased to hear the one who had plagued them so had been driven away just as they would do with Covet no doubt. “Our families have great skill at showing those who would stand against us just how…unhealthy it can be.” Opening her mouth to continue a gust of winter air silenced her as the snow began to fall harder, carried on the harsh winds while the cloud cover thickened overhead. Her two toned eyes turned skyward, recognizing the early signs of a winter storm. Ears pressed against her skull as a low growl rumbled in her throat as she silently she cursed the gods, they would cut their time short this day. “This storm will get worse quickly,” she said with a hint of experience that said she had experienced it before. Her eyes turned to the east, Diveen a few hours journey in good weather let along in a worsening storm. Perhaps she could take shelter in the crags until it passed she told herself before turning her eyes back to Taliesin, the twinge in her chest that came when she met his emerald eyes was still foreign and yet oddly comfortable. “You should get back up the mountain before it becomes a white out, I don’t have to tell you the dangers of mountain snow.” She didn’t want to leave so soon, but she was not one to invite herself into someone else’s home. She could survive, she always had.