Hoshor Plains Dixie Chicks

She accepted the physicality silently, feeling her cheeks grow warm. Oddly, a part of her wanted to reach out and graze Reiko's pale fur with her teeth. The urge was brief, and when the other woman pulled away Ibis contained it. She followed as she was herded away from the group in pursuit of something she could not put a name to. The loss of the Emberwood, Sarah, and the resulting travel had changed her on a fundamental level.

At first Ibis did not know what to say. There was a weight on her shoulders that had accumulated since the disbanding; it had been there when she had acted as the Archdruid too, but now it was different. A lasting doubt, a maturity she did not want to accept.

She sighs deeply, which expresses more than any words could, and softly states, I will be. I think we will all settle in to new lives and things will be better. A hopeful sentiment - but deep down she did not feel it. A moment later Ibis brings the obvious to light: Sarah is still missing. It hurt to say it, but the innocent little Ibis was well versed in loss and grief now; she was handling it.