Wolf RPG

She knew now that she would never again step foot beneath the Sentinels that watched over her birthplace. It had changed-- perhaps in the way her father had meant, or perhaps not-- and the dark witch knew in her bones that it no longer suited her. Her Donnelaith was a home to a small, closely-knit family. It was not the mass alliance that stood as a wall along the shore. Emaleth had been exhausted by the interactions required for the wolves that followed her sister; to extend the same to wolves she did not and could not trust was overwhelming.

Once, she had been angry with the other Mayfairs for leaving-- how could they! She had left, but always returned, and the others had forsaken Lasher by leaving his grave! But wisdom came with age, and Emaleth now understood. She loved Deirdre and would be forever loyal, but she could not lose herself in service to another. If she could not believe in her sister's vision, she would not dilute the strength of her twin's followers.

"@Deirdre," she sang breathily over the cliffs. This would be painful for them both, but Emaleth deserved to find her own path and footing in the same way that her younger sister had.

this day had been her nightmare. the overcast skies were ominous to deirdre who was left much, but given no tools to properly aid her. much was happening, and so when emaleth's call came deirdre could only feel relief. her loved ones had left her, the family she so wished to keep together, though twas emaleth deirdre most wished for. in all of her selfless life, emaleth had been her one selfish desire. her darker sister had always been distant, but deirdre loved her. deirdre had thought she needed emaleth most when their father had passed, but her departure had proven otherwise. it was now the almost-yearling craved emaleth most, when she felt so uncertain! emaleth balanced her, and she felt grounded by her very voice.

it was a weary deirdre who came to face emaleth, who, for a foreign reason, did not simply come home. it mattered not, for deirdre believed that soon, soon, she would have her sister with her again. deirdre met emaleth with a weary look from all that had come to pass, but in seeing her it was obvious a significant amount of weight lifted from her burdened shoulders.

Her heart fell at the look in Deirdre's eyes, for she knew it would be a hard conversation to have with the light-filled sister she knew so well. But to have it with the weary, worrisome echo of what they had been in their den so long ago— that was harder still. Emaleth wanted so fiercely to fall back upon the pattern they both knew so well, where the darker sister tended and guarded the lighter. But it could not be so today, for this would be the day that they were to formally part— not forever, of course, but that Emaleth would not live within Donnelaith was a finality of its own. Still, as Deirdre neared, the elder twin could not move to crush her heart so soon in their reunion.

"Dear heart," she whispered, the sound containing all the bitter sweetness of her emotion. "You look as though someone has died." Their pattern was strong, after all, and Emaleth could not deny Deirdre healing if she were able to conjure it. But Deirdre did not respond, remaining still and quiet, and the dark witch knew she must have some sense of the conversation they would have. In a low voice, Emaleth told her of her plans, and when they parted it was with heavy hearts and perhaps some bitterness.