Dragoncrest Cliffs Sunsetter

She had nightmares still, about the day that the eagle stole her son away from her. And with the disbanding of Redtail Rise, she assumed that hope was lost; Ashlar had disappeared long ago, and the Redtails had had no word of Requiem in quite some time.

It was normal for the men to wander, she told herself, but words did not soothe the pain of loss and worry.

Her son’s scent was much changed, as was his appearance so she did not bolt toward the borders when an unfamiliar odour caught her attention. Lafayette, it seemed, would beat her to the introduction, but when she caught sight of the wiry and strong young man who appeared, she paused and stared for a moment.

He was so very much changed from what she remembered, though his coat had stayed, for the most part, honest to the hues she had passed on to him. Some resemblance to Ashlar she could see in his features, and her own in his eyes.

Still, it was with disbelief that she sang to him, the melody that she used to pair with his name, to see if it sparked recognition.

The Tanzanite’s tail waved, and she came closer, repeating the melodic phrase once more.