Redhawk Caldera [BOO] It's all a matter of personal responsibility.

She followed the route she had once taken, heavy with child, that led her away from the pack and toward the island where she had fallen. She saw the familiar shape of the Caldera rising up in the distance, and felt something within her begin to whirl and in doing so, emit a soft, wheezing sound.

But she was not the only one in the area who made such tones- and as she nearer, she recognized the telltale sounds of another spirit. She wondered if it had begun to gain ground, as had she. 

Still largely transparent, but the rising mist of salty fog showed some semblance of having long, golden legs that shimmered as the particles evaporated. Two eyes, empty but framed with mist spotted the two yellow leaves, and the misted edges of the apparition seemed to harden.

”Bloodline,” like a wave, crashing against the shore. ”Mine,” The rattling of stones under the ebb of a wave. 

After all- Reyes was her nephew. This was a reunion long overdue.