Silvertip Mountain the raven

no distance or span of time was a length too long to forbid the embrace of mother and daughter; when astara found avicus she gathered the last of her strength to roughly embrace her daughter, to hold tight, to hold and never let go --

but that was not the reality of the world, and her daughter was not her own to control. she stepped back, tinged with that mother's sadness, as she looked over the form of her daughter.

grown.

new scars.

new experience etched in those infernal purple eyes.

i miss you.oh, how bitterly astara wished she could speak, to tell her daughter the same. she waited, expectant for avicus to finish -- waited for the words she knew might come. that she had found her only to leave again -- that she had her own life to live beyond that which her mother could provide.