She wasn’t on her own for long. Jaws would have seen someone coming ahead of her, as she looked out across the Meadow. Where would she go from here? The Peak was always an option, they would always take in a woman without a home. She also considers, for a long moment, returning to Atlantis. Maybe she could. Maybe she would. Would there be anyone there that would take her in? It was a risk. Jaws isn’t the most risk averse, but she’s anxious.
A voice shatters the silence of the sunny afternoon. Jaws hears her own name for the first time in what feels like ages, and a strange feeling washes over her. She knows that voice. She would know that voice anywhere-- what? Her head swings. Jaws’s breath is ragged, her ears flickering. Is she seeing a ghost?
But he’s very much alive. Jaws can smell him, even if he’s a bit… musty. Her mind is racing. He looks old. He looks old, but he’s in one piece. The man, the only father she’d ever known, was weathered with age. An immense relief flooded the girl’s system. It’s a comfort.
“Rade--” Her voice cracked. It breaks as she moves to close the gap between them. Jaws had no idea if he’d even be happy to see her. Her ears pitch forward, and she moves to him. The girl is taller than he is now, but without hesitation she moves to press her forehead into his shoulder. “You’re still here… you’re still here…” Jaws is shaking. Trembling. More emotion in her system than she’s felt in recent memory.
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