The storm hadn’t broken yet but Natasha could feel it coming, hear the thunder and smell rain on the air that wasn’t yet falling. She went loping along the well known (to her) trails, jogging down steep slopes and pushing on more speed up the next one. Once she neared the top of the cliff path she slowed, and paused to touch her muzzle to a set of graves that watched over the Brotherhood’s territory.
“Cree, Aunt Val. Mom, Cygnus.” She spoke softly, then paused. She moved towards the top of the cliff path.
“...Laura?” Not somebody who had been buried here, but also somebody she hadn’t honestly expected back. Natasha had known Laura was going to visit her parents, but the cynical yearling had pretty much expected the other girl would simply stay outside the valley and never return 0 like everybody else. She harbored a small amount of bitterness at Laura for leaving in the first place, but not enough to stop her lifting her muzzle to howl.
The trip tracking Xanthos had been a total bust and it was nice to think there might be some actual good news waiting for her at home.
Jul 03, 2018 07:06 AM
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