Phoenix Maplewood Most disputes die and no one shoots

The worry she had felt for Venamis was long gone. He had chosen a path that differed so severely from hers, she doubted they would cross each other's again. For a moment had she debated going back and telling their family he was alive and well, but ultimately decided it was a waste of time. if mother and father had truly cared about him, someone would have been sent ages ago to go find him. They hadn't, not for her disappearance and not for his. With the season being right, the fae did not doubt her mother had created new offspring. She knew they wanted as many kids as they could have, which meant procreation 'till they couldn't anymore. This year and perhaps even for many more years to come would they add to their bloodline, even though so many Meloniis were already scattered all across the Wilds.

Far in the distance she saw a trail of smoke - it was the Sleeping Dragon that had awoken not too long ago, but the faerie didn't know. All that she knew was that smoke meant fire, and fire meant destruction. She decided then and there that her next course was towards the coast, as she'd never been there before. Hua had - she had reeked of the place when they'd met. She felt bad for not wanting to stay with all the friends she was making, but there was an itching and burning sensation in her tummy that could only be satisfied with exploration - exploration that would lead her straight to...—

Her brother, apparently. The duo turned 'round and, though it took her a second, she recognized the stalker as Revan. A smile spread across her delicate features, but Loinnir hooted in annoyance. He turned 'round on her back and gave her a little pat as to say 'keep moving', but the girl ignored her bird's wishes. She trotted closer, lips still sealed shut, before he was just out of reach. Revan - what are you doing here? She asked in a way that made her sound elated to see him, yet suspicious of his motives.