Blackfeather Woods to conquer; to bleed

Her parents would've switched Lumi out for Hela in the blink of an eye, if they ever had the change. She embodied what they had wanted from their children; rippling muscles, a towering frame and a chance to carry on their legacy. Still, Lumiya did not envy her. If it wasn't for her oddness, she would've never been allowed to forge a path of her own. She would've been trained and twisted, turned into one of their killing machines. Venamis and her had escaped that future, but Zannah and Revan probably hadn't been so lucky. They were the sweethearts, the apple of their parents' eyes and, if she were not careful, they might come to kill her for treason were they ever to find out she did not plan on returning.

Another Melonii? That was nearly three in a row. Lumiya smiled, knowing what this meant. They were somehow family - Lumiya was betting on cousins but she hardly knew anyone outside her immediate circle. Nice to meet you. The sylph responded sweetly. As an outcast of her immediate family, she felt strangely accepted out here. It was so different, so much more complex than Mother could ever have described.

Her mouth turned into a small "o" shape, surprised at such a question. Regaining her composure was easier than losing it though, and she nodded quickly after. She looked over to see Loinnir still up in the tree nearby, but felt like he was unfit to come hunt with them. Stay here. She ordered the white predator whose head moved down into its fluff in a nod.

Take the lead. She said to Hela as she turned back to the mammoth, ready as she'd ever be to go hunting.