Sunset Valley dreams

the multi-colored man makes his exit; she casts a brief glance his way before returning her gaze to her daughter, questioning insistently, sniffing around her frame.

no, she says, though there's some hesitation to her voice—she had been hurt, and although the wound had healed, she still feels this sense of. . .vulnerability?

no, Avicus repeats, stronger this time. home. lehh' go—home.

with a sudden fierceness, she presses back into her daughter, taking Masquerade into a tight embrace that's totally unlike the woman. breathing in her scent, the smells of the Rise. her other children. 

home. love.

when they separate after a few moments, she points her nose southward, and takes an impatient first step.