Breathe in. Breathe Out. Spirane once again fills her lungs, surrounds her in a comfort she had almost forgotten. For it seemed like every second spent here, waiting at it's borders; does she feel a piece of herself returning. Piece by piece, it is a slow process but it is there and she can sense the difference even now. Maybe one day she would become whole again, that is if a major piece in her puzzle could be returned. The fluttering of her heartbeat in such rapid succession cause her body to twitch and tremble. Excitement, joy, and pure happiness. Home. Family. They are so close. Pale eyes seem to ignite like a emerald blaze, greedily seeking any movement that can reach her line of sight. Ears twist and turn at every sound the peaks give her, as if playfully teasing her and she cannot stop the faint laugh that escapes between her lips. All those dark thoughts are but a whisper in her mind in front of the beauty around her. For she can only hope that all those that carry a piece of her heart with them will come and let her show them just what her love means.

It feels like hours, but really it had been but mere minutes. Small paws soon begin to wear into the soil from her vibrations, as her fur seems to flow like ocean waves as her muscles attempt to try and keep up with the her. It had been years since it had been put to uses such as this and it seemed to be faltering just a tad. It is then a sound catches her attention and her body seems to take a collective gasp. Rhaegal. The wide grin that breaks her lips is enough to shatter whatever doubt lingered. As she goes to meet him, pale green eyes catch a pup trailing behind and her heart seems to explode, Rhaegal had children? The question is never answered as a warm head touches her shoulder. A sweet sound seems to purr from her as she cannot deny the contact and wraps her small head against his own. It is such an overwhelming sensation that she cannot stop the tears nor the almost violent tremors that push her body to the extremes. Family. His voice is like a piece of heaven to her ears, for it had been far too long.

"Rhaegal."

His name is said with such affection, you can almost hear the admiration. "That it has, I'm so happy to be home." At his own smile, her own grows, as if it could get any bigger that is. Damn thing looks almost painful, ah but to her it was all worth it for her happiness to be known. She had not forgotten the child still lingering behind and she cannot stop the playful peek around Rhaegal as her body shakes in an excited tremor, as a rasped whisper escapes for the child. "And you my little one, why your beauty matches that of Spirane." Perfect. Pale eyes look back up at Rhaegal. "You have a child?" For a moment there is a flash of longing in her eyes but quickly does it disappear in the light of pure joy at knowing Rhaegal had become a father, which after a breif glance back; eyes fixate on him again. "Bastille, is her mother?" She is unsure why she says it with such hope, for her mind leaves her for but a moment and takes her somewhere else.

Just being near him has memories resurfacing of all those times that had spent as children. Rhaegal and Bastille, Viserion and Arthfael, and then Drogon and herself. There were a group of such differences and yet they meshed and blended so well together. Reliving all those thoughts once again causes her body to tremble in a bundle of excitement and happiness. As pale eyes look lovingly towards what she would call a brother to her heart and his child, she cannot stop the outward glance further within searching for more. Unable to find what she seeks she cannot help looking back at Rhaegal, the smile she wears falling just a little at the absence of another. It is all she can do to hold her tongue and not ask of the dark one. Trying to distract her thoughts, she steps around Rhaegal, pushing her nose gently into his lower shoulder as she moves softly towards the child.

"Hello little flower." She breathes with a gentle smile, pausing before her as little tremors escape through her body at the joy of seeing a child of the dragons. "Do you like flowers?.." She asks curiously, eyes burning in a gentle emerald flame. A glorious smile on her lips, for it seemed even now it was a hard habit to break. There was something about a flower that was remarkable to her, and to her, every soul in the world needed at least one... in every color. As she waits ever so patiently for either to speak, just basking in their company as they seem to soothe her damaged soul.

semele

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