Silver Moraine i am a result

jóra stands still as he closes the distance. she had always known he'd come for her, find her. she is pleased today is the day.

his arms encircle her, and she doesn't fight it. instead, she merely buries her nose into his scuff and breathes him in. an easy, familiar grin splits her maw.

“it has been too long, brother,” she rasps, closing her eyes for a heartbeat before she leans back, eyes sharp as ever. ”did you miss me?”