I had been planning on traveling to Taviora and yet, it seems she has beat me to it though the wind does not carry the scent of our children. I suppose it makes sense for her to visit alone at first, ensuring Glorall is a decent enough place for the children and yet, I had...quietly hoped to see them too. There are lessons they ought to be taught, lessons they will surely not learn from her family or even Eloah. For now though, it is probably best this way. Zeltzin and Nari are still yet to meet, after all.

It is her voice that I hear first and I swing around in an instant to face her, drawn by the urgency. My eyes are wide with searching as I find her, a messy display of leaves and tiredness; perhaps I am a little stunned, I will admit. I did not envision her in such a way and it takes me a moment to compose myself as I take several brisk strides towards her. It feels almost surreal then. Two words. Moteuh. Images of her russet fur and the way she seemed to dash about with more command than either brother. Killed. The white of her fur is suddenly crimson and the world around me to is fast to follow its lead.

"What? The word is strained, a hiss between my teeth as my eyes rest on hers, wide again with uncertainty before they narrow in suspicion. "Who?" My mind is arush with conclusions - had their openness about her blood done this? Should I have swept they and their mother away before anybody else could have reached them in Taviora? I feel my teeth biting down but it is not anger at Zeltzin I feel but rather...the world, perhaps. She was my daughter. She was my children's sibling. Perhaps I should feel less for blood is little more than a coincidence of birth and yet, possession goes beyond that. "Her body." Though I speak to her, my eyes search the world beyond her, prying and hungry for more. "Where is it?" My gut rolls and my blood boils yet, I do not believe it immediately. I need to know for certain. And I need to know who.