It seemed to her, the last time she saw any of her family, that had to have been what when she was six months? When she had met her so called father. It had been a long time coming, and now that she was home, it didn’t feel like she belonged anywhere anymore. She was not a friendly person, at least, so the outside world said. Though it would be fitting, coming from her crazy mother and a father who had his own style. But she doubted even her own mother would love who she had become in her short few years. But she wasn’t at the point of wanting to see her mother, or father, right now. Eloah, well, that was a different story. Maybe sooner than her parents, yes, other than that. Who knew.

The wind blew harshly against her face, and she closed her eyes. A deep breath filled her chest, she let her senses be her eyes. It was soon broken by the sound of her sister. Eloah Even growing up Eloah had been a lot bigger than herself. She took after their father with his silver, and white. She was elegant in her larger size, much more like their father than Kamala herself.

Prodigal child? the words reached Kamala’s ears, and it was so sudden, she barked out a laugh, hearty and rough. She watched her, shaking her head. “More like the back sheep, twice removed, miss princess.” She laughed, looking around wondering if anyone really cared who she was now. But for now, she watched her older sister. Knowing the things she did, she didn’t think anyone would ever accept her again, but, we’ll see. IF she was smart, she’d keep her mouth shut about the bad things she’s seen and done. That would be the best bet.