the unease at her physical appearance being mentioned floats away as they walk. she wills it to.. not wishing to spoil the interaction. her lips twitch at ramiel’s excitement when she explains daphne’s relation to her, but she doesn’t let them pull into another smile. she does nod however, the smile passing by her lips to rest in her dark eyes. she feels a thrum of excitement then, at the prospect of reuniting with her sister… she never understood why daphne seemed so content to stay in the prairie. she was outgoing, adventurous, and brave… but she seemed so firmly rooted in the waving grasses. what kept her there? she supposed it was family? history? the solid tangible earth that was familiar and kind. as children it was always daphne craving new faces and adventure, wanting to wander a little farther from their grassy thicket… but in the end it was dahlia who had inherited the wandering spirit of their mother. she thought now though, after enjoying the presence of ramiel and raziel, that perhaps they could both learn to bend some…so that they could enjoy their lives together as they were meant to be. the small palomino walks steadily, quietly and gracefully as a doe, flanked happily by ramiel. they are followed by a somewhat sulky raziel but dahlia was grateful for his watchful eye. as they make their way to the common she answers ramiel’s question thoughtfully. i did… when i left, in search of petal, i washed up on another shore…. and things are.. rather complicated now. she thinks of the bear king, bjorn and the words she spoke to him at the ridge… how she would stay there. she was young and inexperienced then, and still is… and she had never ventured off the isle of luthien before ending up at the ridge. she knew now that she must confer with daphne.. they would decide their future together. she glances to her side, wondering, and then farther behind at the guarding raziel. she senses the circumstances of their return are… tenuous but she doesn’t seem to be able to find the strength to snuff out her curiosity. will you be staying? here on the isles, i mean… it would be nice someday for daphne to meet you both. she thinks this is the most polite way to learn about them, to ask of their future, when she is really curious of their past. she thinks ramiel would be happy to meet daphne, they are so similar that they would be fast friends. and she thinks it would be amusing to watch her twin encounter one of raziel’s “looks”. she would likely ask if he had swallowed a bee. her sister wasn’t subtle. she imagines this scenario, a little daydream, as they make their way to the common |