Solstice’s body shook with shock. Her heart had wrenched from her as she had frantically tried to find the truth of what had happened. For weeks her father had been missing without a trace until at last she had stumbled across the scene. When the realization had finally hit her, she ran to the only place she knew would be what she needed. The call of her soul, the words of her blood. Both her Imprint and her siblings resided in the plains of Asteraia.
In a daze she travelled through the freelands, creamy gold pelt dulled in her deep despair. Her eyes were unseeing as she moved, she could not look passed the loss of her father. It was too much pressing on her mind. Summer wind blew over the plains, but when it hit her it was as cold as winter’s chill. Another shiver rippled over her, she struggled to choke back a sob. Tears stinging her eyes she lifted her head to the sky and called for her Imprint, or her siblings, for anyone who would come to her. The song wavered over the rolling hills and her voice fell. She lowered her muzzle and cried to herself. Her father was gone, lost to the grips of death. She had never gotten the chance to say goodbye. Never would she be able to walk with him along the trails of the freelands. The stories he had to share were silenced by destiny. Wisdom he had yet to impart to them were lost to the void none could return from.
Solstice cried in the cold as the hot summer sun beat down. The moon had gone dark in the eyes of Samhain, the veil finally claiming his spirit.