Horizon Ridge what do you feel before you think?

just a one round thingish, reintroducing illy-dilly -- or a RO if none of you have time to throw in a reply <3

the agouti in the conifer forest had been true to her word; she delivered to caiaphas a gift she had long since assumed had walked off of this earth. @Illidan.

good god, the siren had not been able to hide her emotions then. they roared with a wild insurgence; everything at once. a cataclysm of hopes and fears and dreams and deep and undying love all swirled into one -- her son.

her son, alive.

while it had pained her deeply to know kierkegaard was not also with him, she felt a small piece that had been missing slide carefully into place. bit by bit she was coming back together; bit by bit, a tireless and furious aspect returned to her.

she stole glances to him when she thought he was not looking- how much he looked like her son, but how dearly he resembled his father. it both hurt and stroked the embers of undying affection she had in her heart for her children, and the man that had sired them. if only he were here now to see how his children clawed tenaciously at life, and refused to be put to the earth no matter what was thrown at them.

rhakios and ephraim were still missing.

or dead.

her heart sank from its briefly elated pinnacle; illidan hadn't known where they had gone anymore than she. the storm that had taken everything from her still had a hold over her hopes -- but if illidan was alive, could not the same be said for her two wayward sons?

once again she found herself marveling the boy out of the corner of her eyes - was it true and real? was he really with her, after all of this time? she was tired of fate playing tricks on her strung out hopes.. but each time she glanced back at the solemn features of her son, she knew it to be real.

and then there was @Raleska and @Svalinn, who would like as not rejoice to see their brother reunited with them. svalinn might not remember the dark face of his brother - but raleska would.

caiaphas knew her daughter was slowly becoming unmored, unraveling with all of the ceaseless travel. they had put thousands of miles under their feet, and still, the road stretched on unending.

but there was an end in sight; with @Rosalyn and @Erzulie they could possibly stake a homestead for themselves again, instead of fighting for life like miserable transients. no longer would they be running ragged, not if she could help it. even if their alliance was an uneasy one, the siren queen had a quiet conviction that if it came to it and they turned their fangs against her, that they would strike hard and true on her pelt and no one else's.

in a strange way, that thought was comforting -- the last thing caiaphas could tolerate in her life now was threat to those she had struggled so hard to keep by her. no -- if it came to it, she would kill and kill again to prove to whatever higher order that she would not lose her children again.

they were nearing the temporary rendezvous; caiaphas felt as if a thousand years had passed since she first met grezig, but it had only been a few days. even then she was dog-tired and worn to the bone by her incessant travels, and eagerly she threw back her head to summon the small collection of wolves, so that they might know a new (or old --) soul walked among them.