Whitefish River For the lover I've lost

PPing Emrik out since he's inactive!

It had taken the Count longer to answer the call, but it was not without a hurry. She recognized the voice, though it had been a long time since she heard it. Arlette, her sister born to another, but in some ways, it seemed to matter not. She was family now, and she had always been treated as such. By the time she had arrived at the scene, Emrik had beaten her, though there wouldn't be much need for him here now. I've got this Emrik, she's family. Perhaps he did not remember her, though surely they had met once before? Emrik was the one who escorted her to Easthollow earlier in the year to see her family, though maybe their paths had never crossed.

Ira waited for the man to take his leave, offering a short nod and thanks as he went before turning her attention back to Arlette. Despite the scars that now covered her face, Ira held her smile. It was sad to see, but Ira never was one to down on scars. They were earned more often than not, and what lingered told stories so the past may not be forgotten, but learned from. She had heard about the cougar from greyback, though it mostly slipped her mind now. Given the time that had passed though, she figured it was better off not mentioning it, Arlette, it's so good to see you. What brings you?