atraxia

anemone watched the other approach, curious as to why the woman would have left the vale herself. anemone had not the faintest idea that it may have been her to have caused the other woman to stray... the l'amour merely believed it to be that their paths had aligned at the proper time, perhaps because the cinnamon wolf was missing home as well. the thought was heartwarming to anemone, who did not think she would have felt homesick. it was less for home and more for familiarity that anemone ached, and the pang in her stomach was a painful reminder that she was alone here. that is, without the two faces that mirrored her own. the other spoke when she was near enough, her voice soft but clear despite the lolling waves that longed for their own song to be heard. her ears swept backward and her nostrils flared, and then anemone also cast her gaze out to the waters again. i am happy to call the vale my home now, she begins, but i was born in a place much like this... her eyes devour the coastline, the way the tides turn. i thought i might find someone here. and sometimes, a familiar place is as comforting as a familiar face. she divulges this to xi'nuata, shifting her weight some. and what of you?