Sleepy Fox Hollow my tarnished coat of arms

she'd walked, anxiety increasing alongside the distance she'd put between herself and raventhorpe. it did not feel like home, but she would stay. it would be home for her mother. tamar would not be childless. perhaps that was her reasoning for this endeavor. another attempt at seeking out her brothers, or zosime. she wasn't sure, but it tormented her night after night. come home, antigone. he'd been the first to leave. was he dead? happy?

zulema kept her path alongside the vale; what had been home. would they have decided to find their way back? she wondered if this would be the night she'd find them, but as the night drew on the hope dwindled into nothing. she dreaded the inevitable need to turn around, thinking they could be just a bit further.

it was with tired, aching feet she'd seen him. suddenly she was all to aware of the blunt markings around her. her head kept low, ears turning outwards rather fast. there was a pause to her step, paw resting in the air before she revealed herself with the further disturbance of the foilage. well, fuck.