Phoenix Maplewood Most disputes die and no one shoots

Seeing him again was like a familiar, fading tune. There was no mistaking him for someone else, but it had been so long. He had grown into a strapping young man. She had remained small but, unlike with Venamis, she felt comfortable 'neath his gaze and taller frame. She wanted to hug him, but not before he would state his reasoning for being back again. She knew he had a conflicting relationship with their father, and secretly she'd hoped he would get his act together and leave the damned place, but she had not expected to run into him again.

Her trademark saccharine smile appeared, one that was warmer after the moon she'd spent alone exploring the lands they'd once been born in. Fate - it has been guiding me since my departure. And it had led her to so many wonderful things. It guided me to where I belonged, but then it guided me... to Venamis. He's here, alive and well, and he believes that we've abandoned him. Her brows knotted together in a frown as she remembered their encounter. She didn't know where he resided now.