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so sorry! was out of town ;;

A ghost.

Her heart clutched to see the pales of fur in her vision. Had her thoughts taken root? Was she looking upon the silken figure of Kukutux? The milkweed of her own mother?

But her mother was more distinct in shape, twisted by time and worn by stories.

Sakhmet had seen this figure before, long ago when it had been smaller and crowded by her — their — mother. She did not know this was blood before her, she did not know who this was before her.

But the north had whispered tales of Melonii to her before, hadn't they? Fire fur with indigo eyes came to mind.

She was defensive, of course, but curious as well.

Smelling of milk and earth, she tiptoed closer on lean limbs. The woman was taller but they were that same lean build.

Hello, Hesitant but friendly. Not yet wielding any kind of sword.